Damian smiles and nods, admiring the guild mark before letting his sleeve fall back down and putting his jacket back on. "No, I understand. I'll probably stick to the common area for now and browse the job board." Watching Sasha climb her way up on to the beam with something akin to a small smile on his face, he decides to head for the bar and look over the guild members that were present from there. As he approaches it, he notices the guild master was speaking quietly into a communication's lacrima and frowns to himself. [i]Why would she/he be so concerned with that job in his hand? It looked like the kind most people leave.[/i]

Deciding not to think on it too much, Damian takes a seat at the bar and orders a drink, still debating on how soon he wanted to start doing jobs. Perhaps he should wait and see if that job the guild master had would be up for grabs when he was done conversing with who ever it was. Deciding it best to wait, he creates a small knife blade sized ethereal blade and spins it on his fingertip, listening to the chatter thoughtfully.