Rutger finished the rest of his pie, half listening as Kori explained the mission to Artemis and handed him the poster. Taking out dark mages, sounded like typical stuff for the S-Class. Out of simple curiosity, Rutger peered at the poster over Artemis's shoulder. His eyes practically bugged out of his head.

"HOLY CELESTIAL SPIRITS!" he cried, pointing at the bottom part of the poster. "Kori, have you actually looked at the reward for this thing!?" He looked between the two S-Class mages, and Darren--bless his heart, the man probably had no idea what was going on--and began tapping the paper's lower corner. "A hundred million freakin' Jewels! A hundred million!" He stepped back and held up two fingers. "Some requests for full scale military action are only like, two million! The GRAND MAGIC GAMES, for crying out loud, the pot for that--for proving you're the best guild in the whole damn kingdom--is thirty million! This mission is ONE. HUNDRED. MILLION."

He took a few deep breaths, calming himself before looking seriously at Artemis. "I know you're an S-rank, man, but unless there's been a mistake at the printer's, this sounds super dangerous. And this is for some newbie dark guild? If they're dangerous or powerful enough to warrant this kind of reward, sounds to me like you're looking at dark mages on the level of something like...like the old Balam Alliance! It took four guild's top mages working together to bring them down!" Now he looked towards Kori, obviously worried. "I know you hate listening to the boss whine, Kori, but did you get the whole story from Master Talon about this? This sounds like it could be some major bad news."