From the corner of my eye the movement beside me told of the wakefullness of the man a table over from me.  I turned my attention his way when he decided to share his opinion unbidden.  "We all have our perceptions of the world. And if you think me and others fool hearty for our actions then so be it."  The man's tone was condescending.  Glancing about the tavern.  "Were you one of those conscientious souls protecting tills, shops and homes from those with treturous intentions?"  I made no attempt at disguising the humor in my voice.  Thinking this man would be more likely to be found with his hand in the till when no one was watching.<br/><br/>I finished my drink and set the goblet down on the wooden tablle top turning slightly in my seat to better see him.  His meal was delivered and I was reminded I had not a single bite of my breakfast and realized firefighting could work up a poweful hunger.