"You're not a monk? Why are you here then?" Asked Cunkuu, throwing a glance around the grand hall once again. The young man's mind clicked and he started thinking about what had happened here. The man before him looked quite damaged and very unhealthy. It was visible, to the armored one, that the unarmored one was unwell. 

 Perhaps this man had come here... With a goal in mind. A goal to ruin the ascent towards knowledge of Cunkuu. The monks here were most likely ready to teach any who asked, and so when this old husk of a man came, they taught him. After being taught by them... This man killed the monks to seal their secrets, to keep their knowledge away from the young man. It was possible, as Cunkuu had many enemies, but none were as wicked as this perceivable foe... But it could be that the unarmored one was paid off by an enemy known to the young man, as this meditating individual was unknown to the armor bearing one.

"Why are the monks dead?" He asked again. He was not waiting for an answer. His mind worked swiftly. It was obvious to the young man that there was something off about the man before him. An unfriendly air surrounded him, perceived Cunkuu.

"Was it you who killed them?" Levied the last question, and decided to allow his unaware adversary to answer.