The priest laughed softly at the dragon's questions. Damia seemed like a genuinely nice dragon, only a bit scatterbrained. She reminded him of his own child, Florence, and he was proud of the girl for that. Before he had a chance to answer, the dragon had moved on to the subject of the city. 

When asked of his opinion, Ezekiel turned his attention to Damia, looking her over. From what he saw she didn't have much offensive magic, but it could be used on the defensive well enough. He sympathized with her curiosity of the outside world, too, after having that feeling for a long time in his training. 

The albino's attention snapped back to Draken at the mention of demons. Is that why the elders seemed so uneasy? God. This was the Guild's fault, wasn't it? Everything was their fault. why else would demons be running around the town? They probably had them cooped up and doing god knows what to them. [i]Bastards.[/i] Ezekiel thought, careful to stop his tongue. "I'm ready to leave if you are, my lord." His voice was almost bitter, vitriolic towards the hunters and anything they could possibly do. 

Realizing his tone, he took a moment to compose his thoughts before speaking again. "But I think it would be ultimately good for Damia to come, so long as she's not reckless."