The paladin opened his mouth to reply to Nimue's first few questions, but wasn't able to say a word as she continued on. With a smile, Maric tugged on Hephaestus' reins and led the horse behind them. He did not bother mounting up, as it was probably close enough to walk there, and the poor beast already had a heavier load than it usually did.<br/>"I normally do wear lighter armor when traveling." Maric finally interjected, laying an armored hand to rest on hers, which was latched onto his arm. "The reason being is because I told my squire to stay behind. Normally he aids me as a travel, taking care of the pack horse which would carry my main armor, but this quest is much do dangerous for one as young as him. He actually had a close call in our last quest. An old spirit guardian nearly gutted the poor lad. Normally those aren't such a bother, but they tend to vary in strength in relation to what they are guarding. But don't worry, I have no interest in wasting my time searching for the grail. I have no interest in living forever. Life is meant to be short. That is what makes it so precious."<br/>Squeezing her hand gently, the knight gave her a smile. Though she was a chatterbox, he was thoroughly enjoying listening to Nimue. Though he enjoyed talking himself, telling people tales of his adventures, sometimes it was nice just to listen. It brought him a kind of peace, something he never seemed to get much of.