[center][h2]Damian Gerard|Pub outside the Arena[/h2][/center]
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Damian didn't say anything in response to Penny, not even her accusation of drowning his woes. If he wanted to drown his woes, he'd be out training, not in here drinking, but that was besides the point. Waiting until she had actually left, he slipped out of his seat and paid the bartender, apologizing for the ruckus before heading back out into the streets. Damian could have had a dozen different reasons for being in Iron Enigma's hotel that wouldn't be questioned right away. This city was full of anti-magic fanatics that were hiding under the majority of people who were accepting of magic again. Plenty of them worked for the Royal Guard and mercenary guilds, all of them were always looking for some excuse.

[color=FireBrick][i]I'll talk to her later at the hotel, try and smooth things out. I think the two of us are a little too heated to talk it out calmly right now.[/i][/color] Spotting an alley way, he took a running start and leaped between the walls, climbing them up onto the rooftops and parkouring back towards the hotel, leaping over alleyways and streets and sliding down inclines. The exercise kept him quick and sharp, and made his reflexes remain sharp. He knew all it would take is one missed ledge and he'd be done fighting for a long time. As he jumped over one of the alleys closer to the hotel, he caught a hanging bit of rope and swung over the gap, landing on the adjacent roof at a roll. Standing, he took a deep breath and looked over the edge, seeing if Penny had beat him there or if he had been the faster of the two. Odds were he was there first by just a few more seconds. Still he took the time to sit down and look over what he could see of the city.

Even a hundred years later, some places still bore the scars of the past, a courtyard near their hotel nothing more tan a big scorch mark from a dragon's fire that refused to be rebuilt on. It was a reminder of what happened if magic wasn't controlled by those who could wield it and if magic was manipulated in the wrong way. He sat like this, unaware of if any of his guildmate's who'd left the Games early as well would see him.