@frstbiitten​
He’s no ninja and certainly no assassin, but Erron Black has his methods of getting where he wants to go in the still hours of night. When the Lin Kuei temple is in fewer numbers, with most students asleep and very few walking the empty halls and frozen courtyards, it’s easy enough passing through the proper channels and slipping through what few cracks lie few and far between the great temple’s walls. There’s plenty of treasure for the taking, if he really desired. Blessed talisman’s and other weapons that could fetch high prices in the right hands, but the bounty hunter is searching for a treasure far greater. Outside the grandmaster’s garden, she sits in meditation. Stoic as ever, hair as white as pure sugar.
He’s also not an _idiot _who goes sneaking up on assassins, so he makes some noise by the entrance gate. Brushing his boots against the gravel, letting the jingle of his spurs give him in his true nature away. Granted, he shouldn’t be making much noise, considering he’s not **supposed **to be here, but he never said he was a genius either.
“Had a feelin’ I’d find you _here _of all places.” He says, like it wasn’t just some lucky guess. He pulls down the handkerchief that covers his face against the cold to give her a smile, as much as it stings. “Came to borrow me some sugar.”
