[Damian]

Once he was sure that Grane and James were safe, Grane by mean of not getting attacked by other angry guild members he pulled the lacrima from his pocket and looked at it, trying to remember what Jarvis had said about making it work. Something about thinking about what he wanted to be and crushing it. Sighing and hoping that was right, he closed his eyes and focused on his room. Crushing the lacrima in his grip, he feels himself shift locations and gasps slightly. [color=FireBrick][i]Oh that's a funky feeling.[/i][/color] Opening his eyes after a count of five, he finds himself in his room and he walks over to his bed and sits down heavily at the foot, slowly taking off his boots. [color=FireBrick]"I hate to say it, but I need a drink."[/color] Tanking off the other boot, he removes his armor and puts on some fresh clothes, a red shirt, blue pants, and his boots. Grabbing his cutlasses from their spot on the wall, just in case, he heads downstairs to find the guild hall in ruins, sorta, and three strangers and Master Jamie talking. [color=FireBrick]"OK then. What happened while we were gone?"[/color]

[James]

James emerged from the building at the same time Damian, Grane and Maddox appeared. As a show of good faith, he sets to healing the wounded council member's more severe wounds while waiting for a discussion for some of what he'd heard.