Inside the of the temple is dimly lit by torches lit by fire that are separated from from each other. It is filled with old treasures and artifacts from the monks who once trained here. Webs and dust fill the place since barely anyone comes here. The walls are plagued with mold and moss. There are small shrubs growing in between the cracks of the stone floor.
temple chamber, Inside Temple
monk
an exiled person
I'm exiled from my homeland. My morals were not endeared my the invaders. I hate the life of an exile.
I have been exiled! I am no good.  Now, now, child. Tell me what happened? I spoke against the corruptness of the village. My high standing morals apparently did not fit with theirs.  Did you pray to god before you when infront of them? Of course I did not. How could I when He was allowing all this to happen in the churches and government? He did no such thing! Are you mad? I suppose so, but I was tired of the foolishness. What exactly is making you to believe they are being corrupt? I have never heard of someone putting blame on their own village They were killing innocent people and taking their money. They placed unfair taxes on us, and their soldiers just camp in whoever's houses they please. They treat us no good and offer us jobs of no value.  Ah silly, the soliders are there to protect you. They must have a place to lay there head. You should feel honored if they choose your bed to lay in. That is not the point! They take our things and our food. They are rude and careless.  perhaps it is you and your family that are being rude to them? They fight for your village! They fight for god! What do you do?