[center][h2][color=B20C0C]Damian Gerard|Fenixtear Guildhall[/color][/h2][/center]
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[color=B20C0C]"Interrupted by a drink or not, that was just dumb. Kid wouldn't last a minute in special forces..."[/color] Continuing his muttered speaking, he returns to cooking and making meals for patrons. Meanwhile, as Trinity continued playing in the main hall, Carmilla eventually stood and stretched before gently nudging the musician's leg and then lightly tugging her towards where Damian was. She was attempting to communicate that she was sure the young woman would be safer with her pack members, who were in the kitchen rather than in the hall proper. After a few tugs, she would rejoin Jaëger at the kitchen door, laying on the opposite side of the large male and resting her head on her paws once more.

Damian would glance over and smile at his wolfen companion and nodding to Trinity if she followed. After a few more minutes of silence, he would finally speak up. [color=B20C0C]"So, do we actually know how all the guild members would like their steak or should we get a poll going? Otherwise it's gonna be medium rare across the board. Just saves time and effort."[/color] Admittedly, cooking for such a group was somewhat intimidating to Damian, but he had been in far more intimidating situations in his life, this was hardly the worst one. Jaëger turned to look at the swordsman and yipped softly, eliciting a sigh from him. [color=B20C0C]"Yes, you'll get yours raw, as will Carmilla. Jeez..."[/color]