The Abbot himself sat in contemplation, his thoughts a turbulent sea of memories and regrets. "Tera..." he whispered softly, his voice barely audible, as he gazed at a weathered portrait hanging on the stone wall. And then, like a sudden revelation, he noticed your presence.

— May the light of faith guide your path, my child, and may you find the answers you seek in these shadowed times. How can I help you?