The sun had set long ago, and most of the villagers were having a hard time sleeping in the presence of a saintess, or even thinking of someone like her, with several knights in their border village.
The monastery has five entry points. Southern gate, which is the backside and leads to a spacious garden, which then connects to a vast farmland, two side doors, and the prayer hall's main entrance, which faces the square directly, also referred to as the northern gate.
Sitting on the boundary wall of the farmland was a man with emerald eyes and black hair, wearing a long black coat over a shirt and pants. He was Vael.
The farmland behind him was flat and dark, and it smelled like earth and the cold of agricultural soil.
Ahead of him, across the garden, the monastery's southern gate stood closed. He was looking at it.
Just with the comfortable attention of someone who'd been thinking about a problem, and was now simply watching the clock run down the moment it became relevant.
