[Damian]

Damian remained silent the entirety of Minerva's entrance, instead choosing to glare at her for a moment before finding his seat at the bar. Nobles were someone he still had an extreme dislike for after he'd watched one have his father lashed for refusing to arrest a man who'd offended them. His father had never liked nobles to begin with, always hiding on their estates while giving orders or suggesting things to the King while the soldiers went out and risked their lives. Still, he'd make the best of it. Taking another swig of water, he turns and looks at the others. [color=FireBrick]"Alright, so there's one for a sparring match. Who else?"[/color]