Mayt stood up and looked over at Damian. He didn't come over, knowing he couldn't help. He silently turned and headed back through the guild. He moved out of the way of anyone heading to the battlefield to tend to the two fighters. He seemed worried, but also like he had a plan. He paused at the door for a moment, almost as if he didn't want to continue on. He went back to a table and sat down again, pulling out the letter and reading the last page. He let out a long sigh, and leans over the letter, biting his lip again. He ran his finger under a couple lines, then topped, pressing his finger into a word before folding it back up and putting it away and leaving, letting the door close loudly behind him.