Damian chuckled at the pitchforks and torches comment as they exited the station and headed down towards the west side of the city, watching children play and adults go about their business. "No one uses pitchforks and torches anymore, not with the Magic Council around. Of course, they're about as good at their job as you'd expect, their soldiers only being called in when a wizard in a known guild acts up and if the soldiers arrive on time, they rarely even catch the wizard they were called to catch." He shakes his head. "Overall, I feel the council's a joke, at least the Royal Army was always on time."

Stopping at a shop, he looks up and down the sidewalk before stepping inside, beckoning Penny to follow. "First things first, let's see what the store owners have to say first."