[i] Ah, The Festival of the Guildpact. Everyone together in one place. Azorius lawmages to piss off, Boros legionaries to brawl with, Izzet machines to blow up... that is, if they haven't blown up on their own already.[/i]

Elric Rokunov didn't cut an imposing figure, but that was okay. A Rakdos cultist was already likely to get arrested just for walking out his door, being large and muscled was only adding an extra excuse. He looked at another cultist, who merely nodded. A few days ago, word had begun to spread that the Demon himself was waking, but he had merely shifted in his sleep. Still, it had been hilarious to watch the arrestors run around in panic at the mere thought of Rakdos awakening. He knew he had to take his fun wherever he could get it.