Daimon would lean back and nod, had heard the news, through some spies and other high powers he held in his pocket. He would nod again, before he sat up and passed him some documents, and placed them on the table. " Eh she was not worth staying around for, and my freinds and I moved on. Been awhile indeed."<br/><br/>He would click his bo staff into extended form, tapping it lightly, as voilet pink took to his hues. " Smiled, been troubles here and there. Even had to kill a few of the old crew, and their well, wives. But it happens."<br/><br/>" Seen some trouble your having. Eh, you like could always talk here, in the bar or in your own thread, for some bad guy killing."