Damian nodded to Kelthar. "That's a long time. Seems like a good guild from all the stories I've ever heard." As he went to ask more about Kelthar's past, the Master called everyones attention. Damian couldn't help but frown upon hearing the word murder. In a way, it reminded him of what the monster his father's regiment had faced had done to his family that day. And now there was the possibility of wizards doing it. Of course, he was well aware of the risks that came with magic, that like all other things in this world, it could be used for light or dark. He could remember a couple years back, he'd done a job stopping a dark wizard calling himself The Morpher. His Morphing magic had certainly been interesting to see, and a pain in the ass to beat, but in the end, he'd been beat.

"You have my blades, Master." Damian stood up, thrusting his cutlass into the air. "What good is this gift if I don't use it to protect others?"