Damian's eyes went from Sanae down to the piece of paper before reaching out and looking at the total.  As he did so, his eyes narrowed to menacing slits as his gaze nearly burned a hole through the missive.  He didn't so much fold it back into its compressed shape so much as crushed it at its midsection crumpling it into a shape resembling a bowtie.<strong>"This is bullshit!"</strong>Immediately following the curse, he slammed his fist containing the parchment into the nearby wall deftly punching a hole into the plaster before leaving his hand embedded within paper and all.<strong>"This was all of Corpse Corps' doing and <em>they</em> will get stuck with the bill!  Had the inn's management been more aware that girls were being raped on their property, then I wouldn't have had to play my hand."</strong><br/><br/>The fighter pulled his fist from the hole as he took a few steps away from the wall.<strong>"That I will pay for."</strong>He said pointing to his most recent case of property damage.<strong>"This..."</strong>He said holding up the dust covered letter.<strong>"I am going to shove down either the innkeeper's or Corpse Corps' throat, whomever is unfortunate enough to get in my way first."</strong>From there Damian slung his massive blade over his shoulder and began striding purposefully towards the door intent on going to the inn from the other night lest somebody made an effort to stop or distract him.<br/>