You stand within the only standing structure of the once proud Monastery. Evidently the chapel is looked after for the floors are swept, pews wiped and the stained-glass windows in good working order. A modest pulpit made of mahogany with a carved pine cross attached to it faces a few rows of wooden benches. Probably cared for by questing paladins or clerics on a pilgrimage, you wonder if any of the faithful might be nearby. To the west wall you see a hole large enough for you to squeeze through.