No one had ever held his hand.  Cayn was at a loss for a few seconds, but he tightened his grip around her fingers, walking with her in that fashion.  It took him a few moments before he could speak.  "The original Night Parade came about thousands of years ago," he said.  "When the earliest humans first had their nightmares of the dark, many of the creatures here were born.  The world was different then, I was told.  Closer to the divine, or the magical, however you wish to think of it."  He paused in his talking, shaking his head.<br/><br/>"What we are now is an updated version of that," he finally continued.  "We've adapted to deal with the changes.  People like carnivals, scary shows, displays of safe magic.  We provide that.  In return, some of the people who visit are taken.  Or swapped, in the case of doppelgangers.  Our minions are all over the place.  We nearly placed one within the highest ranks of government, both here and abroad."  He'd turn to look at her, smiling, a soft smile that didn't display the true evil that the creature could possess.<br/><br/>"And money means nothing to most of us.  A means to an end.  Some take on investments, especially the doppelgangers.  We have them all over, and they work as our eyes and ears.  They're the ones who direct us where to go.  The most successful ones deal with our money, though, yes.  Gold, money, things like that don't matter to most of us here.  We can create everything we need via magic."