Mist rolled lazily off the moss-strewn pond that formed a half-moon around the Broken Monastery. A single boat was tied to a half-hearted pier, though what they did with that sad boat, Mahzan could not fathom.
The Monastery loomed high in the small valley, only the mountain itself rising higher. The dark stone of which it was made was dull and worn, and most of it was covered in dark green ivy, making it look black in the fading light of early evening. It looked oldancient, but then, reliable historical texts dated the Broken Monastery as nearly one hundred years older than the Heart of the Dragon.