As the band neared the village, Damian elected to draw his ridiculously sized sword from its sheath and casually lean it over his shoulder with the inside of one elbow hooking over the grip to provide a counterbalance.  The sword itself was several feet taller than himself and yet he held it as nonchalantly and effortlessly as if it were a willow stick. He felt it gave him a sort of credibility and served to help him stand out, especially once people realized there was yet another oversized blade still sheathed and hanging on his back parallel to the empty scabbard.  The posture was complete with the sort of wolfish grin that the ladies died for.<br/><br/>Once they pulled into town, Damian lifted his leg over his mount so that he was sitting sideways and casually slid down its flank.  Even with the better part of seventy pounds of steel upon his frame, he landed heavily but without any real apparent effort despite his burden.  Their singer's attempt to bolster sales brought an amused smile to his lips.<strong>"You would be a fool not to take her up on her offer.  Take it from me, a night with her will change your life forever."</strong>