Today Syn had decided to do more than hang Ruby's old cloak up on a shelf. Of course, she used its magical powers for the most dangerous of missions, but otherwise the article of clothing was mostly left to be a trophy of sentimentality. However, her old mentor was not dead. At least, the young mage hoped that was the case. In the past she had avoided pursuing this fact because Wish, whose spirit she was bonded to through sworn oath, would have their entire existence undermined if Ruby was still living.
For that reason she had not involved Wish in today's activities so far. Syn was simply putting up posters for a series of Help Wanted advertisements, finally going the extra step as to post them herself in person. Previously, she had sent out a wide variety of adverts both online and through magical communities and networks. They had gone out to different guilds, and so on and so forth. The description was altogether rather vague and the reward, unspecified for now. For those reasons, Syn guessed that it wasn't a very appealing job to most mages. Unfortunately, she had neither the means nor desire to promise a bounty that she could not provide.
The young woman finished plastering the flyers around and wiped her brow. While it wasn't hard work, it was certainly tedious, going from city to city around Fiore. Luckily she was a mage herself and had plenty of ways to instantaneously travel. Using those, however, did tend to take its toll on one's core.
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