He sneered a little as the sun finally subsided, lowering below the horizon enough to not burn his retinas out. Was she really just going to walk away from him? Leave him? Bah- he didn't need her. He was just about to make his own way when she chirped up with her offer. As he listened, he felt both irritated and relived, he wasn't about to follow her like a lost puppy in search of shelter, but, he weighed up, he wasn't exactly in a position to refuse any sort of help, this 'temple' might be a good place to rest, recuperate, sort his head out.
With a sigh he grunted a response. "Fine." He started after her, keeping in step with her quite easily. They both wandered along the streets in silence for a while; it wasn't like he cared to speak to her, merely use her to get to this temple. Though, what sort of temple was it? Another ruin? A fully functional building with people? Priests? Perhaps they had a way of contacting the people he needed to, perhaps they were the ones to get him out of here and back to civilisation, because honestly? This was a primitive, backwards world, one very different to the one he was used to, very different indeed.
As they walked he took note of people who passed, some of them looked like they had seen a few too many winters, hobbling along as a snail's pace. Others hurriedly ducking between individuals. One poor man almost even collided with Monnrow as he tried to pass, causing Monnrow to push the man aside roughly with a gruff "Watch it." This caused the man to almost topple over in to a group of chatting women, which he only narrowly avoided by barging into a nearby wall instead. Clearly Monnrow wasn't the type of man to consider 'accidents' anything more than annoyances.
With a sigh he grunted a response. "Fine." He started after her, keeping in step with her quite easily. They both wandered along the streets in silence for a while; it wasn't like he cared to speak to her, merely use her to get to this temple. Though, what sort of temple was it? Another ruin? A fully functional building with people? Priests? Perhaps they had a way of contacting the people he needed to, perhaps they were the ones to get him out of here and back to civilisation, because honestly? This was a primitive, backwards world, one very different to the one he was used to, very different indeed.
As they walked he took note of people who passed, some of them looked like they had seen a few too many winters, hobbling along as a snail's pace. Others hurriedly ducking between individuals. One poor man almost even collided with Monnrow as he tried to pass, causing Monnrow to push the man aside roughly with a gruff "Watch it." This caused the man to almost topple over in to a group of chatting women, which he only narrowly avoided by barging into a nearby wall instead. Clearly Monnrow wasn't the type of man to consider 'accidents' anything more than annoyances.
