<em>The horse drawn carriage arrives on the hour, the bells of St Dominic's chime loudly across the city echoed by the bells of lesser churches.  The driver doesn't dismount but a porter steps down to open the carriage door for you, their hood drawn high, face masked as they usher you inside.  Not a single noise comes from anything about the carriage, not the horses, the driver, everything is silent and assexual.<br/><br/>You are alone in here, the windows are painted black upon the outside and you cannot see beyond them, there is a small tray with a goblet of wine and some cheese upon it.  These will be your only sustenance upon your way.  <br/><br/>A whip cracks and the horses move away your destination unknown.  </em>