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(Alright, hopefully this looks alright lol)

Cobra, or as he went by nowadays, Erik, read a job flier as he walked down a gravel path. He was bored and it showed as he yawned and lazily shoved the paper back into his pocket. Some artifact or something that people needed Guild wizards to find.

It bored him silly. It was likely nothing important or all that dangerous, and he should know given his time in a Dark Guild. He was no stranger to black market magic.