"Worry not, over the years I spent travelling, I have become used to having weapons drawn at my appearance." Morr answered, while he lifted his helmeted gaze up at the night-sky. He merely saw an array of lights, countless in number, almost utterly indistinctive in form "The night is not a knight's ally. Many a villain used the night to escape from goodness's grasp and till this day the night continues to shroud the actions of those perpetrating evil. Sister Vanessa, I rather prefer the sun.<br/><br/>Besides such, if it is your wish not to answer the initial question, then I shall let you be. If you wish for mere company, then I can grant that here and now."