Damion's own eyes grew serious, and he would simply nod and respect her wishes to not be called a beautiful woman... strange... but he could respect that much. "What made me want to be a knight?" He sighed lightly. "That's a loaded question, Cassia..."<br/><br/>Still, he figured that maybe by sharing his own story, perhaps it would help her out in some small way as well. "... Well, simply put, I grew up poor, fighting for life every day... Stealing food, coin, clothing, anything I needed... Then Sir Reinbolt showed up and changed all that. He gave me a wooden sword to train with, warm meals... a home... a reason to live..."<br/><br/>He clenched his fist lightly.<br/>"Now I just want to carry on his legacy, and make this world a better place... After all, my life had no meaning before he came into it, so it's a life worth wasting, so long as it makes people sleep easier at night."