Urist drew ever closer to the building he had set out for, and he finally got a good look at it.<br/><br/>"Funny lookin' mine, that is, all fancy 'n all." he commented, reaching the pathway upwards. "Must be cos' they's got lots o' riches, an' they can afford t' live all fancy." He started up, observing the waterfall, the scale of the building, and the surrounding land, commenting on how strange a mine this was.<br/><br/>Finally, Urist reached the gate of the Monastery. "Well, how did ya' steal riches, again?" he mumbled, scratching his head "Well, Sankis 'd always say that first ye had t' wait til' night, then ye went in through a winnow..." he looked for windows, then at the sun, then rubbed his eyes because he'd looked at the sun. "Ah, 'ell with it. I'll do th' easy thin', them miners can' be as good s' me 'n a fight, cos' they have this here big coward 'ate t' hide behind..."<br/><br/>He grabbed his axe, took a stance, and made a mighty swing at the gate.<br/><br/>CLANG<br/><br/>The gate was barely dented. "Oi, they must be REAL bad fighters, if 'ey 'ave such a fancy 'ate..."<br/><br/>He readied for another swing at the Monastery gate.