Damian was in the middle of running a new spell for his Blades magic through his mind when the senior member sat down next to him and ordered a drink as well. "I've never seen you here, brother!" He turns and smiles to the man as he continues on without hardly stopping. "We are all family here, at least to me so I hope you don't mind me calling you brother!" Damian shakes his head.

"Not a problem." Realizing the guy hadn't heard him, he waits for the him to finish.

"I'm Kelthar!" He offers his hand to shake it and Damian accepts and gives a firm handshake. "So who are you and.. what do you do?" Damian releases the hand shake and flips the knife blade into sight. Growing it's size to that of a short sword, he multiplies it to ten and has them circle himself, spinning spinning like the hands of a clock as they move.

"I'm Damian Geralds and I use what I call Blades magic." The blades suddenly stop spinning and orbiting around Damian and point strait up tip first. Soaring straight up, they all shatter into a hundred copies and hang there for a mere moment before all but one disappear, this one shrinking down to a knife sized blade and returning to spin once more on his finger tip. "It's got more uses than that, but most of them are for combat."