The large man with the ever-closed eyes tracks Rygel with what seems to be his gaze, but makes no other moves.<br/><br/>From above, the angel can see the interior of the complex; more than half the basin in which the monastery is nestled is covered in lush greenery that by all rights should be impossible to achieve in this wasteland.  The rest consists of simply constructed buildings and open, untended fields; at present, several monks appear to be using one for morning exercises.<br/><br/>The entire array is centered around one tall, thick oak tree whose limbs appear to be woven through magical means into an additional building.<br/><br/>No obvious icons identify what, if anything, these monks may revere.