The Refectory of the Mont Saint Michel

Deep in the Refectory of the Mont Saint Michel, a monk was praying. He prayed with his head bowed and eyes closed to maintain an aura of peace. The heat from the roaring fire filled him with some comfort as he awaited a divine intervention that may never come. The sound of boots trailed down the main corridor connecting to this room, but it failed to disturb this holy man who continued his prayers without pause or concern for anything worldly. This was until he heard movement behind him and found himself staring at an unfamiliar young woman adorned with armor and weaponry she had undoubtedly stolen from her enemies. She glared back at him challengingly while holding a dagger up against his neck, daring him to do something about it if he wanted any chance of