The short version is that we're an order of paladins that used to steal the Light by force, and have now repented and been forgiven. [With one swift motion, he transfers the cooked fish from the grilling plate to a piece of bread that serves as a plate. With a proud gesture that half-resembles a bow, he presents it to her.] Not necessarily the best dinnertime conversation, but I could tell you the long version if you desired.