The Water, the Witch, and the Mercenary

Cole and Hector walked side by side, as they normally did. They began scanning the room, looking at all the other dark and independent mages that had gathered together. Although their guild had been disbanded, the individual members of Warlock Fist were still well known for their skill, and the pair was never without work.

"You can barely get a read on any of these guys," said Hector. "Virtually no magic power."

"You're not sensing hard enough," said Cole. "That girl to your right is rather powerful."

Hector turned her. "Dibs." He ran over, Cole following behind him with a sigh. "Hey good lookin, what's cooking'?"