The monk is silent for a while, but then he spaks: "I'm not sure about much of the details, but i guess they were a small group. I came to the entrance of the temple when i heard the sound of horses approaching. I think it was no more than a dozen, including the acursed baoren and this fellow with the scars." The old man cough, draws a deep breath and continues. "before i could do aniything, the baoren cast a spell on me and drained all the strength out of me. I then dropped to the floor. They must have thought me unconcious then, but i wasn't, and so i saw that most of this group dissapeared into the temple and started to smash things. They all looked more like soldiers to me than mere bandits. The baoren and the scarred leader talked about a map or something hidden in the altar's crystal stones, and that the baoren's masters would be pleased with the arranged patterns. I tried to stay awake longer, but at that point i lost conscience."
The prisoner outside is still there.he glares defiantly, but other than that remains silent.
The prisoner outside is still there.he glares defiantly, but other than that remains silent.