A day with the monks of Carlin

As you may know, near Carlin is a monastery called "Moonkeep". The most well-known order of monks resides there. Those monks have strange habits and are the cause of many rumours in the community, so my editor ordered me to go undercover and report about their business(I work as a reporter for TibiaNews, worlds biggest newspaper, didn't I tell yet?). It was not very difficult to get in there, since I am pretty skilled in using disguises. I joined a small group that just got instructions to search treasures in the desert of Ankrahmun. Just what I liked! So we traveled together, and on the way I made clear that I was a new monk and that I would like to learn a lot. They didn't talk much, though. After a long trip we arrived in the desert of Ankrahmun. There they took small shovels from under their cloaks and started to dig very fast trough the upper layer of sand. It was more like sieving. I didn't have a shovel myself, so I watched them a bit and gave them water (it was near an oasis). Then suddenly one of the monks gave a short yell, and while I looked up, a big creature came up out of the desert. It was green, shaped like a bug, but it looked very old and strong. The monks seemed to have been waiting for this, because as one man they started to attack the creature. And how! It was very clear, those monks were masters in martial arts! Faster than my eyes could follow, low kicks and sweeping fists, then some crushing sound and the beast lay down, green slime seeping from it's broken, convulsing remains. One of the monks grabbed his shovel and stabbed it deep inside the creature, just behind the first leg. Then he grabbed with his whole arm in the wound, and got a shiny coin out of it! He gave it to me to clean it a bit, and I saw that it must be a very old one. It was shaped to reproduce a creature like the one at my feet, and it seemed to be pure gold. So this was the treasure they searched for... The monks explained me how those creatures, they called them Scarabs, were the guards of the desert, protecting ancient treasuries and wisdom. We spend a whole day that way, just digging and killing many Scarabs, sometimes we found a coin in the sand, sometimes we found one inside one of those guards. In the end, it was very clear for me how those monks got their wealth: a matter of hard work. I will report back to my editor, but I doubt he finds it interesting enough to publish an article about it. And to be honest, if it is up to me, those monks should be allowed to search for treasures in peace, without readers of the newspaper from all over the world as competitors.