Looking down the hallway again he makes sure no prying ears are near by and then he puts hits arms on the desk in front of him sighing. "Please don't tell anyone else, Its hard enough to deal with..." With that he leans back again with a sad exasperation on his face, a look of pain. "As a Templar, we serve without question. We are the ones sent into the worst, to seek and destroy. But one can only take so much murder, and eventual it becomes too easy. But that was the old days, then the church became radical with there demands to hunt the last of the assassins. They started sending us to homesteads... Little villages and farms. I..." Taking a pause he brings up a hand to rub his eyes trying to get the images out of his head. "I don't thing, horrible things I regret, And I wont take any more of it. You know the town of Baychu... That was no accident with gunpowder, it was me... I was ordered to burn the town because the church though there where assassins there. So when they gave me a next order, I disobeyed... and they tried taking my head on the spot. Now I run..." Standing up he sighs again resting his left hand on the hilt of his sword reassuring himself. "I need a glass, have anything?"