Drakous slowly moved from tree to tree. Not long after he left the Necroplis the cold stone walls of the Abbey was visible. Usually he doesn't conceal his face, but he thought the face if people here didn't know he died long before he stopped moving would be very useful.

He stood behind a tree that looked at the entrence of the Abbey. Very few entered and left. Not suprising he told himself. Wrapping his cloak and hood tighter he dashed to the abbey doors, yanking on them, and dashed inside and into the closest door he saw.

The room he entered was, however, occupied. A monk sat before a table writing in a book. Or was judging by the confused look on his face. His speech would insistenly reveal him as an undead. So he wrote down on a parchment that he was a mute.
"Why have the guards ben removed?" Asked the Monk repeating from the parchment.
"Why are you asking? and who are you?" The Monk asked.

I explained that my name was Ben Yooni, an Undead htuner. He hoped that might explain the smell of death his decaying matter sorrunded him in.

The monk, however, did not believe it and lunged at his dark hood revelaing his bone skull and flaming orbs. With the hesitation of fear plain on the monks face, he planted a strong blow onto the monks head knocking him out.

With as much spead as he could muster he charged out of the abbey. It semed a yew person will not work as a source of information. Perhaps...He would need someone that was in the Britinnia circle. He had an idea of who he must contact.

hmmmmmmm........part 2?