Damian had been up late into the night trying to see if he couldn't figure out what was going on with the light that Wes had disappeared into, conversing with Master Jamie briefly to make sure that none of the other guild members had some theory. After learning about Lazarus's theory and the reason it wasn't feesable, he returned to the spot where they'd battled, running his combat familiar eye over the area, but still not finding anything of use. He'd finally gone to bed after midnight, when Jarvis came out and basically made him. He hadn't cared, he was far to tired to put up any kind of debate.

When he woke up, he found he must have forgotten to completely undress from combat attire because he was still wearing his armor, though his swords at least were in their corner where he wouldn't trip on them. Yawning widely, he gets up and stretches before getting undressed and getting in the shower, pushing tentatively on his ribs as the warm water washed over him. He grunted slightly, but it wasn't anything that he couldn't handle during his bout with Lazarus today. Washing off and checking the cuts, he nods and climbs out, drying off and getting dressed again in the clothes he wore the day before. Putting his swords in place, he heads downstairs and gets a drink from Jarvis at the counter.

As he sips at it, he looks over the guild hall and realizes he hasn't seen Kelthar in a couple days. Spotting Sasha and Mayt, he walked over and gave a smile. "Morning! I was wondering if either of you has seen Kelthar lately."