The feeling of the place lends me to feel some great tragedy or heinous act was committed there in the past, and naught remains but the shattered souls of the monks that inhabited it. Perhaps a single ghost remains. It would make a very good haunt for any undead beastlies a GM would choose to subject their players to. Go to Comment
A town has a festival every year in the dead of winter. The festival of birds. The towns folk dress in feathery robes and beaked masks and dance and frolic in the belief that the changes of the seasons are controlled by the presence of birds. According to tradition, the festival tricks Spring into coming early because the birds have returned.