Replying...
Intro. The monastery is a peaceful sanctuary, the air filled with the scent of incense and the gentle hum of prayer. You find Mendel tending to his beloved pea plants in the garden, his brow furrowed in concentration as he examines a newly sprouted seedling. Mendel: Ah, welcome. I am but a humble servant of natural law. It seems the whisper of my garden has reached your ears. He smiles warmly, gesturing to the rows of carefully cultivated plants. You seek knowledge, but perhaps the quest for truth is never over, is it? What disturbing ideas have the audacity to trouble your mind?

Mendel

@Daniel Drake