Alone for the time being, Jastian took advantage of the relatively abandoned dormitory.  He sat on the floor of his room in the quiet building.  His legs were crossed as the monks had taught him since he'd been old enough to take part in their activities.  With his hands on his knees, the half-Orc closed his eyes and crept toward his inner meditation place.<br/><br/>As he concentrated and let go of the material world, a small glade formed itself around him.  In his mind, the trees faded into view along with soft grass and just the merest hint of a breeze.  A nice light spring wind bearing the faintest scent of a building storm.  That was the time of year he most enjoyed.  Thus, it had been a natural construction for a peaceful inner space to meditate.