The monastery had a really big courtyard. A suitable place for Siderius to train with his horse without worrying about obstacles on the way.
It was rather late in the day and the next stop was the inn, which needed at least half a day to reach.
Siderius fed the horse and let it reigned free inside the courtyard. The air in the monastery was clear after the witch's death. Even the plants seem to be more lively.
"It's a good place to live. If I can get my hands on it." Siderius mumbled.
He had dragged a wooden table and chair from inside the dining hall out to the courtyard. The hunter sat under the shade of a tree and tasted the tea of this monastery.
It was the only thing that stayed uncorrupted under the witch's spell and had a fairly pleasant smell.
"Ah. I wish my pipe was here." Siderius sighed.
