Atop a high mountain, tucked away far from the bustling city or the rolling green hills of the pastoral countryside, lies a secluded monastery. Few have dared journey through the deep, bone-chilling snow pack and the sharp, craggy stone outcroppings to discover it. Some say it only exists in legend. You yourself had doubted its existence, until you crossed the path of a sinewy man in loose-fitting clothes, with a look of sage wisdom in his eyes suggesting a much older soul than his strong, young body belied. You detected an exotic air about him, as if he carried with him the spirit of the incense and mountain wildflowers of a far off place.