[center][h2]Damian Gerard|Phoenix Wing Guild Hall[/h2][/center]

Damian was sitting on his bed, still with Durandal in his lap, when he heard the knock on his door. He didn't answer right away, his heart racing. Who would it be first that wanted answers? Penny, who already condemned other men who killed? He hoped not, he didn't know if he could face her now, if ever again. Running a finger along the sharpened edge of the tooth, he sighed. The blade was sharper and tougher than any metal wrought blade could ever be. The Weapon smith had made sure of that with a few tests that had Damian holding his breath. [color=FireBrick][i]Can't hide forever. Time to face the music.[/i][/color]

Standing, he spun the sword once before sliding it into it's sheath and approaching the door. As he reached for the door knob, he hesitated. What if it was Jarvis, demanding to know why he hadn't said anything sooner? [color=FireBrick][i]No, can't do that. No psyching myself out now. It's done.[/i][/color] With one more deep breath, he grabbed the knob and turned it, opening the door to find Penny's face. Damian's eyes instantly hit the floor. [color=FireBrick]"I suppose you want answers. Come on in."[/color] Stepping aside to let the fire mage in, Damian looked out in the hall before closing the door and locking it. Each person got their own answers and he didn't need someone barging in. Sighing, he faces her. [color=FireBrick]"Ask away. No more secrets."[/color]