The shaded figure regarded the interloper. Though one could not see his face, it was plainly<em>felt</em>somehow that he smiled. He did not sheathe his weapons, but moved out of his crouched position. His head moved noticeably, scanning the ground it looked like. "Yes. The seal is right there. The body right here. Seems that I did slay this man on 'hallowed ground.' But as I see it, the gods determined the time and place of this wretch's demise." A thousand deep, satisfied laughs roared from him. "Believe me when I say that from where I'm standing, your concern for the 'holy ground' this ruin sits on is truly and honestly very amusing." The head turned. Toward the sky. "Besides, I'm not the one you're going to have to worry about desecrating this land. The Goldori are looking for this coward, and they will come this way. From the sound of it, they're working their way through the tunnels now. So, either you stand your ground against a whole legion who is about to trample your temple underfoot, or you follow me. Believe me, you'll get to use that sword either way. And the gods will thank you."<br/><br/>"Interesting talent you have there, by the way," he said, launching himself down the road and off toward the east.