Firion would simply turn back to see a fellow white haired warrior stepping up to him, agreeing with his personal musings about the desired outcome of this battle. He would merely nod for a few moments and cross his arms, propping his back against a nearby pillar in order to get a little more comfortable. He found that his gear was a bit easier to tolerate when he had something supporting him in holding it up, as such, he was a rather large fan of resting on things whenever the opportunity was available. "I just don't want to see a place this beautiful ruined by war... And I'm sure that if the other side has their way, this castle won't be anywhere near as large or impressive as it is." It was at that point that he realized that the man had addressed him by name several times during his initial speech, and he had to wonder just where the young man had heard it. He didn't think he had ever seen him here before. "I believe you have me at a disadvantage... Anyway, don't worry about using the powers of darkness here, you're not the only one. If you ever run into Cecil, just know that he puts just as much stock into the darkness as he does into the light."