Two hours later, Damian comes down stairs with unsinged armor and perfectly clean cutlasses, along with a little more knowledge on his own magic, though he would need more time to practice and refine it. He also toyed with the idea of buying a more protective set of armor, since he was quickly discovering his leather armor wasn't helping nearly as much as he would have liked to think it was. [i]That articulated plate armor is popular, and they sell suits of it made of light weight and sturdy metals. Maybe...[/i] Then he remembered his match with Angelo and realized that if it hadn't been for the leather armor that he'd have ended up extra crispy a lot sooner. [i]On second thought, I'll keep this armor.[/i]

Spotting Penny at a table observing the guild, he approaches her and taps her shoulder, smiling excitedly when she turned around. "Alright, Penny, are you ready to go kick some thief guild butt?" He couldn't help but get sort of excited at the thought of doing something to help improve the reputation of magic in Fiore. One thing Damian could never shake from his memory was the looks of hate he'd received from members of villages he'd helped and cities he'd helped, despite being helpful, like he was a dog that could go mad any second. But when he'd arrived in Magnolia, no one had asked about why he could use ethereal sword blades when they'd seen him in with the guild. No one doubted the guild, even though Fairy Tail, where many of the Slayers from one hundred years ago had come from and had been based in Magnolia at one point, had arguably been to blame for the dark time.