A white-haired mali releases a small chuckle upon reading the missive, partially gloved digits tapping upon the oaken staff held firmly within her grasp. Lowering her frame, she perches her figure on a comfy, well-cushioned armchair, lips parting as she begins to speak, though to no-one in particular.
"Obscure words spoken from false information. Simple assumptions made by those with simple minds."
A light huff escapes from her lips, gaze shifting back down to the missive in her hand, eyes narrowing upon the words, index finger brushing across the parchment as she reads before halting her movements, a slight frown marring her features.
"Monks... oh, what a pity."