"Dude, Artemis," Rutger said, gesturing with his hands to emphasize his words, "I know you're the eccentric intellectual type and a great mage; things that would make most people soil themselves don't phase you. That's cool." The fire mage then threw his hands into the air, his head somehow seeming to magnify itself in size as he shouted at the top of his lungs. "But are you COMPLETELY INSANE!? For a reward like this, these guys would have to be on the level of the Oracion Seis, or Grimoire Heart, or--Spirit King forbid, Tartarus! Plus, me and Darren aren't even S-rank mages, and--AND YOU'RE JUST WALKING AWAY."

Indeed, Artemis was already gone, the tail of his robes swishing around a corner. Rutger stood there for a moment, shoulders hunched, arms hanging, his head deflating back to normal size. He then turned to Mombaki and Darren--who was facing the complete opposite direction--and began to massage his temples. 

"Am I the only one bothered by this?"