Hearing Sasha, Damian nods to her in thanks absentmindedly as he goes to the bar and orders the same drink he had for the last couple visits and sipped it as he mulled over the possibilities. [i]I was told by a guild master a year back I was an A rank wizard. Said she'd never seen such power by anyone but a choice few in her guild, herself included. Maybe...[/i] Damian let's the thought trail off as he orders another pie and eats it thoughtfully. Behind him the guild was a buzz with the debate over who would be chosen and how and when it would start. One of the wizards suggested there'd be a bout of combat and another thought it would be a test of endurance. He chuckled and just kept eating his pie. "Don't matter how it's done," he muttered, "just matters that it's happening." Looking across the hall, Damian spots Sasha and one of the others talking and he frowns. How had he not been introduced to the other sword wielder yet?