Damian appeared to be thinking. "White orb, huh? By the looks of you, you aren't some thief looking for a family heirloom of the king. If the orb you seek is the one I am thinking of, then no, it is not here in this castle. At least, not anymore. It disappeared about a week before these Nightmares started happening. I know it has power. But what power, I don't know. No one knows as a matter of fact. Why do you want it?"<br/><br/>Damian stepped out of the shadows as the darkness in the room fell motionless. He lowered his hood and showed his face. He was extremely pale, his skin even shining in the moonlight a little. His hair was jet black, and his eyes, though barely visible still, where obviously dark brown. The darkness of his hair and eyes only complimented the paleness of his skin further, making him seem even more pale than he already was. He performed this gesture in the hopes of creating a silent type of trust between himself and the stranger. If he was going to get this person to help him he had to first get him to trust him.