Damian couldn't help but look around excitedly as he neared the city of Magnolia where the famed Phoenix Wing guild was said to live, hoping to spot a member of the guild passing him on the road as his swords slapped against his leg and back. He'd spent the last eight years learning and perfecting his magic though he was sure there was a great deal more he could learn about it all in general. He was still haunted by that day and the memories it brought with it, the larger monsters the beings that haunted his nightmares at night. Still, he'd kept his promise thus far, to become stronger with his magic and help to rebuild things before Zeref and the Dragon Slayers attacked and the people of Fiore came to fear the magicians of the land.

He looked up at the sky as he walked and picked out shapes in the clouds, usually some kind of pie even if it wasn't remotely shaped like one. Who didn't enjoy a good pie now and then? However, when he heard the sounds of the town growing nearer, he pushed the thought of pie to the back of his mind and focused on getting to the guild hall quickly. Nodding to the guards at the gate, he navigates the busy streets the best he can, apologizing if the cutlass sheathed on his hip slapped anyone. Emerging from the crowd into the more open main street, he could finally see his goal before him and he could hardly wait.

With hurried steps down the street, he stops outside the door and simply looks up at the hall, taking in the shear size of it all before carefully opening the door and stepping inside. After listening to the general chatter for a moment, he clears his throat. "I'm looking for the Guild's master, Jamie. Where might he be right now?"