Along the cobblestone streets of the city, a tall man with strange clothing walked briskly with a cane in one hand. Beside this man was a middle aged woman whom held an umbrella above the man despite the sunny day. "Brunhilda, I honestly do not understand how you mortals can withstand this detestable sunlight. It truly is wretched...at any rate, why did you see git to drag me out here?" The man said with an exasperated sigh as he eyed the other people along the street from behind his dark glasses. The woman chuckled lightly and looked up to the man, [i]"It really isn't much of a concern to us Master Lockhart. In fact, the sun is quite important for life to flourish."[/i], "Bah. I'll believe it when I see it. Besides, you still haven't answered my question, and I thought I told you that you could call me Reginald.". Brunhilda only shook her head with a small smile, [i]"It is improper for a servant to refer to her employer by first name. And I thought it would be nice for you to get out of that musty old mansion of yours while the maids cleaned it up. If you never get out, people will believe you to be some sort of deplorable recluse."[/i], Reginald looked down at his servant, "You've still got a silver tongue on you after all these years. At this rate I might just keep it in a jewel after you're buried." he mused. Brunhilda only smiled wider, [i]"As if you could ever touch silver, Master Lockhart"[/i], the two shared a brief laugh, then continued their walk through the town.