Not long after sunset, the monastery is in view.  It is situated at the peak of the mountain, in the middle of a large, flat field.  Growing all around are a variety of foodstuffs, from onions to cabbage to a few fruit trees.  Every so often, there was a thick pole in the ground, and peeking into one revealed a tubular mirror on the inside.  Also growing in the plots are a few weeds, small but still quite present.<br/><br/>The monastery itself is simple in construction.  It was a single layer of white bricks.  A large tank was on the roof, which was connected to gutters that extended all over the field.  While the outside was elaborately painted with icons of Erastil tending farmland or raising animals, the building itself was just a big, white rectangle.<br/><br/>As soon as the group gets close enough, a human male exits the monastery.  He's a sturdy man, with long brown hair and green eyes.  Girding him was a large brown robe with a green stripe down the front.  "Good evening," he says, a deep brogue trilling out of his mouth.  "Might I inquire as to what brings you here?"