Taurmynt let out a growl of frustration. He leant against the cool wall of the temple, they couldn't leave him alone could they? The scarred, murderous, Taurmynt. They should have realized by now, whoever the sent to arrest him was going to end up dead, the investigation was becoming more and more desperate. Still, this time they'd had the sense to send two men; he'd killed them both will relative ease, even if he had gained another scar from it, a deep wound cut across his shoulder. At the moment, a while scrap of cloth was bound around it; the only part of his attire that wasn't patched and covered with the dust of the desert.
The monks were the only people who never questioned who he was or why he was here. Being away from the Wilt'no was a welcome change. The cold of the place was almost soothing, it steered him awa. He'd alreaduy guessed who he'd find with in the shrine, he'd made a slight effort for one of the two people he cared abot. His damp hair clung to his scalp, unbeknownst to him, a little bit of pond weed was stuck in his dark hair, making it look as if he'd stuck his head in a puddle, in reality it had been a river, but nevertheless.
Inside the shrine was cool, a respite from both the humidity of the jungle he'd once lived in and the freezing winds outside. The humidity reminded him of his childhood, he didn't say, however, he would like to spend an eternity in it. He walked around the halls for a moment, his footsteps silent, even on the stone floor. His spear was firmly tied over his shoulder, normally it would be by his side, Taurmynt's slight limp meant it was often used more like a staff than a weapon. Though, from the slight staining it was obvious how much bloodshed it had seen. Gently he turned his head around the corner, oblivious to Sorren's thoughts of him, though it wasn't only her condition that stopped Sorren settling down, if this was her choice in guys; Illusive, emotionless serial killers, that follow obscure religions and come from tiny tribes in the Tengel do not make the best of boyfriends, to be quite honest.
"Sorren, tlazotli." He was being affectionate, in his own way, his eyes didn't show it of course and his face remained as it ever did, severely scarred and emotionless. The scar ran from the bridge of his nose, right down his face. Often when he hadn't seen someone in a while the memory of how vivid it was against his slightly-darker-than-olive skin tone had been dulled, infact sometimes, they seemed quite shocked by it. Taurmynt half wondered if this would be the case this time.