Ozend began laughing. If they were to be his companions the only thing he would need to worry about was how capable they actually were. The young mage certainly talked herself up but if she had any real power then this could become quite the adventure.

A contract still waited at the table for him to sign. He returned to the table that Vulthathar casually waited at and took up a waiting pen. Hesitating, he lowered the pen to the line. The sheer volume of words intimidated him. It felt like a corrupt tax collector making some phony scam. Ozend choked back his reluctance and scribbled a fantastic signature across the line. It was barely legible but it certainly looked impressive.

"Well, Vulth. You've got me. Hopefully now I'll have something worthy to do instead of chasing drinks and punching thugs." He'd felt rather unheroic lately and it was tugging at his ego.