Sighing dramatically as the lady refused to budge an inch on the issue, Damien shrugged his shoulders in acquiescence. Tapping his two ‘companions’ on the shoulder, the two turned and left the room with only the harsh sound of metal against stone, their eyes glowing an ominous blue after Damien’s touch. For one reason or another, he suspected that the individuals that had spied on him for the lady, and others like them, didn’t quite fall under the “banner of King Ainos and Queen Aria”, but he made no comment about it and instead turned his attention away from the four that had called for him and the others.

While he hadn’t paid the others much attention thanks to his little impromptu staring match with the lady, he took a few moments to study them now. Not that there was much for him to make observations about in all honesty. His first impressions were pretty much still standing firm, although he had made a few more given the new arrivals. Frankly, he was a bit surprised by how young most of the gathered mages were, honestly expecting to be one of the younger looking individuals thanks to what he was. On the contrary though, it seemed like he was one of the eldest here, both in appearance and actual age. It wasn’t necessarily bad, but Damien did find it somewhat disconcerting. Youth wasn’t in itself bad, but talent could only reach its peaks when tempered with experience and time, he knew that all too well. Having considered them, he brushed his concerns aside for now and waited. Others seemed to be asking the questions he would have, so there wasn’t really a point to say them once more. It wasn’t like his voice would cause them to answer any faster than they would have, even if he probably had the hatred, or dislike at the very least, of all four individuals.