Cobra turned around and began taking his first step outside as Macbeth called behind him. "Hey, take me up on my offer or not?"
He paused for only a moment. "My answer'll be whether or not I'm gone tomorrow."
The man didn't have to see Macbeth to hear the smirk in his voice. "Guess that's a yes then."
Gritting his teeth as he left, Cobra cursed the world for his rotten luck and the bizarre coincidences that led him to this very moment. He sincerely hoped a dark guild would attack that night, leaving them to fight for their lives and taking any sliver of a chance he might have had at going and shattering it to pieces.
Instead, it was quiet that night. The sky clear and full of stars.