Setting camp up.

After a long march, he finally reached a gigantic cavern. On one side, far up, three huge gaps into the rock opened a cathedral-like tympanon. At the bottom, a long, thin lake snaked through obsidian rock, and the light reflecting off the water lighted magnificent red granite. It looked more regal than the Royal Church of Saint Pelous in the capital, and more holy than the Cloister of the Blood Rose. Only the Monastery of Kereloin, faraway on the blue coast, with its high cliff walls and the ever breaking waves, could pretend to match the natural beauty at play here.