[h3]Iron Enigma[/h3] As Damian called out asking for the Guild Master of Iron Enigma, he would likely notice Gregory at the edge of Iron Enigma's seating grab Mark and whisper something in his ear. The S-Class mage would nod, and head off out of the arena on some currently unknown errand. Once that was taken care of, the blonde-haired Guild Master would be down to Damian in a mere moment, the bandanna around his face hiding any possible of worry or concern he might've had. [color=Silver]"Well, then, have a word with me."[/color] He'd say to catch Damian's attention, should he not already have it. His voice was slightly Ironic, but it would be clear he was at least trying to be respectful in addressing the other wizard.

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