The convent in Crickety is ran by Elisabeth, or the lady as some refer to her: a handsome, middle-aged, somewhat odd woman. It is a secluded haven in Harbat. Behind the locked doors, Elisabeth shelters those in need, and the sick and homeless, possibly offering them a far better treatment than the doctor and the quack. On thursdays, she visits the orphanage with a basket of tomatoes and entertains the orphans with a book of fairy-tales so real they unfurl before the toddlers' eyes.
Inside, the convent is a beautiful old building with a scribery and a library, comfortable chambers, a cellar with caskets of wine and bags of grain, an open-air collonade and an autumn garden with red and yellow trees and falling brown leaves. Here, the woman named Elisabeth usually sits, doing some knitting. It is a place where time seems to stand still... now who would ever consider leaving such a place?