Fisk nodded as Aura approached him, acknowledging her. In truth, he hadn’t seen Aura very much, despite his efforts to get to know everyone in the guild. She must’ve been around whenever he was out. At the mention of helping the two fledgling wizards with their first job, he flexed his hand a little, letting loose a few stray sparks.

“Hah, are you kidding me? I was half considering asking you the same thing!” He laughed, putting his hand to his side. “…But yeah, for sure. I’m sitting on a small fortune already, so I won’t take any of the cut, either. We don’t know how skilled these two are, and it’s hard to guess with how sheepishly they carry themselves.” As he talked, he looked over briefly to the job board, noticing that it had just been restocked. [i]Ah, how convenient.[/i]
With a swift, fancy movement, Fisk flared his arm to the side, revealing the inside of his jacket. An unholy amount of glass daggers of varying sizes and teeth patterns lined the inner jacket. Dexterously sliding one out of its holster, he held it tightly, eyeing the job board. Beau, the resident pretty-boy, and Index, the Homono… Homcu… Something, were gathered around it.
He turned back to Aura with a raised eyebrow and an ambitious look in his eye.
“Whadda ya say we pick one now? I’m down for a gamble..” He asked.