Somewhere past the human lands there is a monastery long forgotten by the humans who created it. Tales are told that those who enter do not come out. The humans of the new age give the old building a wide birth when traveling by, usually keeping out of site. The building itself is overgrown with vines. It's tall belltower overlooks pastures overgrown with wheat and barley. There is no sound but the whispering wind, but do not be fooled; your every moved is watched as soon as your foot touches these lands. I pray you do not wish to harm the inhabitants of this monastery, for they will not tolerate such a thing.