[ Midnight laughs, waves his hand in acceptance of the apology. As long as murder wasn't ever in the cards, he's pretty chill with anyone entering his life, even if it does give him a brief scare in the process. ]

Not to worry, I aim to be an open book. I've been looking for a stick of a certain length and size. The city saw fit to take my own weapon away from me, and I'd like to continue practicing the art while I look for an replacement. You haven't seen one lying around during your foliage-watch, have you?