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[center][h1][i][b][u][color=39b54a]Damian Ivorn[/color][/u][/b][/i][/h1][/center]

Interacting with: [@Joker892]

Damian listened as Jack spoke some truths, he didn't turn to look at him at all though. What he was saying himself made a lot of sense. When Jack asked him the rhetorical question on whether he was always the battle hungry guy Damian honestly wanted to give a response. Though as the talk went on he thought deeper about the situation everyone was in. Himself included, in a way the guild was like an escape from the past lives they once had. Maybe Jack picked a fight with people to cope with some kind of pain, the same way Damian lazes around Luna Crescente sleeping on any soft surface with good sunlight he can find. 

A safe haven perhaps, Damian just tilted his head down and smirked as he stared at the bar table. Even he himself hadn't told everyone the whole truth on what happened before he joined Golem's hand, only that he was traveling the land.

Yet none of the others questioned his bullshit lies, he was strange himself. Just traveling the land and wielding a lost magic was enough red flags, especially at such a young age. Yet no one raised any suspicion about him. Jack then proposed saying he will put her down if there is any threat. Shortly after the table fell into cold silence as the two gathered their thoughts.

[color=39b54a]"Heh, now I feel kind of like a dick.[/color] he said taking in a deep sigh. Soon a Mug slid over his direction, Damian stared into the cup seeing a murky reflection of himself before looking over at Jack who said to drink. The boy just shrugging, he grabbed the cup.

[color=39b54a]"Just this once ill oblige to your interests because I owe you one"[/color] this was probably Damians first time drinking such a beverage in a while. Back in the village they made such concoctians out of fruits. As he took a swig his eyes shot open as the bitterness of the beer hit his tongue, how the hell can Jack drink so damn many of them. [color=39b54a][i]This taste is unbearable![/i] [/color] He thought to himself as he swallowed and placed the mug down, the looked back into the cup staring at the liquid. Damian questioned if he really wanted to die today. The boy peered over at Jack and watched as he downed the mugs like water.

[color=39b54a][i]I hate owing favors[/i][/color]

Damian took a deep breath before downing the rest of the beer in one go before slamming the empty mug on the table, as the bitterness hit him all at once he tried to keep a straight face.

[color=39b54a]"You got yourself a challenge battle junky"[/color] He looked back at his adversary with watery eyes as he was still dying from the taste. Maybe he wasn't so bad, he's just as misunderstood as everyone else. Issuing challenges and getting hammered was his way of getting through the tough times. One thing was certain though.

Damian had a newfound respect for the guy