Damian covers his ears as the clap echoes through the guild hall and makes a mental note to not get on Kelthar's bad side for the sake of his eardrums. "That's incredible!" I chuckle softly and resume drinking again. [i]And a bit earsplitting[/i] "In the eight years I've been traveling Fiore, I've never seen magic quite like that." Secretly, he hoped he never would again outside of Kelthar. That kind of magic could be used for many purposes, and a number of them he could think of weren't sunshine and lollipops.

Remembering the cutlasses on his person, Damian leaves the ethereal blade floating where his finger was, still spinning on it's tip of course, and draws the one from his back. Rummaging in his bag a little, he pulls out a whetstone and sets to sharpening the blade, a shrill *shring* sound ringing out from it, but no where near as loud as the clap. "So, Kelthar, how long have you been with the guild?"