Rumours of a misty halls of monastery called Wolfskull devoted to the Lost Lord at outskirts of Blacksteel. Owning it's name due to the vague shape the cliffside the monastery resides on. Residing monstastery cut off from the world, reisiding ontop of a treacherous climb barely enoughfor few men and a doney to ascend along. They promise life of quiet contemplation and simple pleasures of tending the lands, making fine ale and wine in trade. There was as the barbarians besieged the city an trading expedition in the city. These strange monks with their stranger still ways were lost in the city. Preaching and begging for their lives. Praticing medicine at the heart of disease and over all leading a humble life. Somtimes caught in the rise of first mornings light performing their strange rituals or flogging themselves into religious frenzy in what little privacy one can find within the busy city.