This square room is sparsely furnished with two pallets of straw and

a few shelves containing meagre possessions. A slim, well-built

Eastern man sits cross-legged in the middle of the room, his eyes

closed and seeming focused on something you cannot see. As you enter,

he speaks one silent word, "Welcome", and rises in one fluid motion.

He bows slightly, and waits. You can exit to the south through a bead

curtain.