The fool's wild and random fling with the wandering ronin landed her in court for her misdeeds. All luck had come to an end for her.
"This land ill needs the likes of you, gallivanting about without recourse." the guardian judge scolds her. "There must be an atonement for your actions to make amends to those you have wronged." Her sword is swift and sharp, but she stays it for a moment.
"You have wandered this land for many months, and it should not be ended this way. You shall be imprisoned and may the spirits have mercy on you."
The fool is ashamed, but this revelation, this imprisonment has shown her that she was indeed out of sorts. She had, until this point spent her life in pursuit of those things of the physical world. The mental aspects of her life have gotten away from her.
When she had served her time, had made repentance, she walks free from the halls of the courthouse, into the free world, her direction has changed. As she walks toward the mountains, the clouds begin to gather again. She makes a trek to a new life, one of spiritual exploration to make amends for all that she had ignored in the physical world.

Balance, cold and hard justice. Evening the scales. Weights and Measures. Clinical and unemotional.

The background has changed no less than five times before I settled on this. PS doesn't help out with perspective too well. I did what I could to make this look right. I like the effects of the light, light a metaphorical light of justice.