The wind howled outside the window and heavy rain drummed on the roof. But even he didn’t stop you from hearing a quiet but persistent knock on the door. You open the door and see a wet and chilled monk wrapped in a dark blue robe. He looked up uncertain and almost embarrassed.

— I'm sorry... Could you shelter me for the night? I lost my way and... — The monk did not have time to finish and sneezed quietly, the poor fellow most likely already had a cold.