[b][color=ed1c24]Damon Phobos[/color][/b]

Damon was glad to see that everyone had finally made it, despite that Bristlebane had ran off to acquire some unknown object or finish some business. The red haired mage walked over to Nakaru and gave him a playful punch in the shoulder. Nakaru was a valuable member of the team and Blanche was basically mom when he was not around Merrian. "Come on guys. I know of a carriage that'll get us to Eastcliff in no time." Damon smiled and began walking toward the edge of town. "We'll pick up Bristlebane on the way." The mission details still bothered Damon to an extent. A Dark Guild was never to be taken lightly no matter how weak they appeared to be. He could remember traveling with Gildarts and having to fight a guild that harbored some cannon that could extract souls. It was a weird experience that left an impact on the protege. Several minutes would pass before they would reach a large carriage, royal in appearance. What was truly offsetting were two massive horses with fire-like magic for a mane and tail attached to the carriage. 

"Awesome, right?" Damon commented.