He stumbled back and fell on his butt with a loud groan. Sholto rubbed his back and made a face, before his eyes fell upon the cracked open coffin. It lay like an egg, shattered into pieces. The young man scrambled to get his hands on the amulet, fallen to the side. Once it was in his hands again, he stood to face the strange man who had been sleeping within the stone tomb. He should have been terrified, or inredulous, but he wasn't. Instead he grinned.

"That depends, really. There are just so many legends about sleeping warriors, princesses, beings, and how to awaken them. It's really quite hard to say which one yours is." Absentmindedly, the blond slipped the amulet's gold chain around his neck. His mind was already shifting to how to sneak away from the temple without gaining any unwanted attention. He couldn't exactly drag the warrior monk around behind him, not when he knew for a near fact that the man had a propensity for showmanship. The flickering flames were proof enough of that.