Zaccar pulled on the reigns of his horse, stopping him before jumping off, not bothering to grab his weapon, he doubted this person in front of him would be here unless for the same reasons he was, something called him here and he assumed the same was for her, after all why else would someone be in this place called the Forbidden Lands?
"There is no need to fight when we are perhaps here for the same reasons," he said as he stopped a few feet in front of her, out of reach of her sword length but judging and to allow him to grab his own sword if he truly had to do so. He looked up at the temple, somewhat in awe by it.
"Some voice pulled you here as well, a promise of a wish to be granted by one called Dormin," he continued. He saw little need to keep his intentions for being here secret, it was unnecessary to him. Only secret he had would be the wish he wanted to be granted from this Dormin, the thing he desired most.