In this part of Wall Rose.
I let the names roll in my head.
Only a few noble families had holdings out here. The most notable... was the Reiss family.
The land here—timber, soft hills, no military installations—was part of their ancestral domain.
So if this "lord" was having Grisha visit a chapel instead of a nearby estate... then odds were good that this was Reiss family land.
Rod Reiss?
I glanced ahead. The forest cleared slightly, and through the thinning trees, I saw the silhouette.
A stone building.
Simple. Not very large. German-like in construction. No guards. No flags.
Didn't look like a chapel meant for noble use. And it definitely didn't look medical.
"...Strange place to get examined," I muttered under my breath.
The horse slowed as we neared the clearing.
"Here," Grisha said, pointing ahead. "Just near that post is fine."
I stopped the cart.
The wheels creaked as they settled into place.
"You want me to wait out here while you're inside?" I asked, glancing toward the chapel again.
There was a pause.
He was silent for about two seconds longer than he should've been.
"...Yes," he said. "That's fine." 
Then he turned slightly. 
"You'll be alright here? I've heard there are wolves in the forest."
I looked at him.
"Unless they start opening doors and forming packs with torches, I think I'll manage."
He blinked, then let out a short laugh. It wasn't fake, but more like he appreciated the effort.
"Right," he said.
Grisha stepped off the cart, brushed the dust off his coat, and stared at the chapel for a long moment. His shoulders squared slightly. Like he was preparing for something.
Then he walked forward.
Each step was slower than the last.
He reached the door and didn't knock.
Just opened it and slipped inside.
The door closed behind him with a soft thud.
I stared after it.
No guards.
No lanterns.
No one is watching.
Just me, the cart, and the trees whispering in the wind.
If this were Reiss land...
And Grisha was meeting a "lord" in that chapel...
Then, chances were that person was Rod Reiss.
And if Rod Reiss wanted to meet someone in private—in a chapel, of all places—it meant he didn't want anyone else hearing it.
I stared at the chapel door a while longer.
"Chapel," I repeated under my breath.
Once, then again.
Chapel.