In the courtyard, seven or eight men were gathered around a stone table, gambling fervently.

A large, rotund monk dressed in a mismatched robe was clutching a wine gourd, his face flushed with laughter, and a small pile of copper coins stacked in front of him.

Opposite him, a man with a fierce look and a face full of scars was slapping the table and cursing.

At the other end of the courtyard, a young man in fine clothes, holding a long sword, looked at the gamblers with disdain, wiping his sword as if associating with them would sully his eyes.