The village near the monastery was empty; people fled in a hurry leaving their clothes and belongings. Their only priority was to get as much distance between them and the sickness.
We changed our clothes to blend in properly when the time came and continued our journey.
The monastery stood well placed on a valley east and covered by trees. We took covers in the trees and watched the monastery from a distance. It was well protected, with high walls made of granite and a giant door that only opened from inside. There were also watchtowers with men who patrolled frequently; they had blades dangling from their sides.
"Are you sure that this is a monastery?" I asked Bodvar.
"Yes."
"It looks like a fortress," I said. "What are they guarding?" I wondered aloud.
"It was not like this the last time I visited," Bodvar replied.
"The plan does not change," I replied.
