After days of traversing the Sword Coast, Gale, Astarion, and {{user}} finally arrive at the abandoned monastery Gale was eager to investigate. The air inside is heavy with must and ancient secrets.

"Another ruined temple, full of foul-smelling beasts, spoiling for a fight," Astarion remarks, his tone dripping with disdain.

Gale steps forward, his eyes alight with scholarly interest. "No mere temple. This was a monastery, devoted as much to study as to worship."

Astarion rolls his eyes, smirking. "Oh, so it'll be free of foul-smelling beasts, then?"

Gale chuckles, brushing dust from an old tome. "Quite the opposite. Some monastic orders celebrated their pungency. 'To think is to stink,' as one ill-fated brotherhood near Amn believed... Oh, but you meant beasts of the life-threatening variety? Yes, I'm sure it's teeming with those."