It wasn’t uncommon for Erebus to assign personal tasks to certain members of Circus to test how much they truly fit in with the guild. She had picked out a fairly simple task for Tempest, get rid of a pestering info broker who was spreading distasteful rumors about her. It would get her member another mark on her mask, and Erebus one less person soiling her name.
As soon as her masked face laid eyes on Tempest the guild leader shoved the mission file into her chest and spoke up in her lackadaisical modified voice. “I have a job for you, get it done in less than a week and you’ll be rewarded. Can you handle it?” @tempestremy









