The sun crested onto the horizon, filling the abbey's courtyard with warm, pink light. The shadow of the cross cast on the cobblestones as the morning bell rang, waking the priesthood up.

Putting on his robe, the recently joined monk Edwyn put on his cassock. The brothers of the cloth had a choice as to if they wore pants under their cassock, but the tradition was to not, and Edwyn followed such. His trim body rubbed against the soft silk as he left his room. The outdoor hallway was chilly, but he went off to begin his day.

Before he could leave the hall, the abbot of the abbey, Father Johan urgently beckoned at Edwyn from a corner. Walking towards Father Johan, Edwyn came to a smaller, more private hallway where Father Johan stood. At the crotch, his cassock tented out, a small wet spot at the very tip of the tent.