The moons and stars were hidden from sight, making that particular quiet night especially dark. The town guard had to carry torches to make their rounds; but the man who came to call at my chapel carried no light with him. I came to learn that Movarth Piquine could see in the dark almost as well as the light - an excellent talent, considering his interests were exclusively nocturnal. He quickly dismissed my notion that he himself was ill, though he did want to discuss a specific disease. "Who told you that?" I asked with a smile. "Tissina Gray." "You sleep during the day," I smiled.