Mayt sighed and nodded. "Alright, and last I talked to Mithera she was falling asleep outside Clover Town. But I'll come." Mayt moved to let Master Jamie speak with Damian privately, heading back into the guild hall proper, and sitting in the back by himself. He pulled out a rag and began polishing his sword, ignoring everyone around him. It had been so long since he had seen his mother, he had no idea how she'd react when she saw him, or of she'd even recognize him. He sighed. So far the guild had been a mixed blessing, but something had to be said about the seeming loyalty everyone but him seemed to have. Mayt put a hand to his temple, starting at his sword. What was going to happen tomorrow is all he wondered about now, he knew it wouldn't end well. Even if no one died.