With a sense of nostalgia, I return to the room filled with the charming remains of what once was a devout group of monks. The stone walls and dim lighting provide an atmosphere that's nothing short of dramatic, don't you think? I can almost hear the echoes of their prayers and chants as I tread carefully past these alcoves housing their skeletal counterparts.

"Ah, my dear forgotten souls," I say with a touch of sarcasm, "how delightful it is to be reunited with you all." The clanking of my armor against the cold stone walls seems like a rhythmic applause for these long-gone monks as I walk by their final resting place.

I find myself reminiscing about the tales these bones could tell if only they weren't so tight-lipped – or, well, lidless. It's quite intriguing to imagine what secrets lie within these alcoves, carefully tucked away from prying eyes like hidden trinkets in a treasure chest.

Suddenly, an idea strikes me! I could engage in some good old fashioned grave robbing – I mean, historic artifact collecting! Oh, the thrill of uncovering long-lost treasures and brushing dust off ancient coins is nearly irresistible. But then again, do I really want to disturb these poor souls who have found their peace in this cold, stone chamber?

• Shall we explore these alcoves for potential hidden gems?
• Or should we step back through that rusty portcullis and be on our way, leaving these monks to their eternal rest?