[h2][center][color=a0410d]Flint Dunigan[/color][/center][/h2]
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Standing inside a fancy building, surrounded by hundreds of well-dressed dancing wizards, and the entire event just spewing out proper elegance for everyone that was invited to the ballroom. Well, except for that one grungy looking man standing around with his extremely large and poorly patched piece of cloth that he called clothes. The man wasn't even wearing a shirt under that poncho, he was literally half-naked without that earthy toned garment but that this problem was only due to his predicament in the limb department. The rather large sombrero combined with the bright red-masked also didn't help much in the elegant look of the average event goer. Though, the grungy looking man didn't mind the vast difference of appearance between the average denizen of the event. Even if he tried to look fancy, the contraptions permanently attached to his body would cause too much of a stir within the peaceful ballroom. So, Flint just resigned himself to the less populated area of the room silently staring at the guest that populated the fancy palace.

While trying to look as inconspicuous as possible in his conspicuous attire, it didn't take too long before someone took to note of the two new members of the Frenzy Plant guild. Flint realized that this approaching character was someone that belonged to the guild as well, but Flint always had trouble remembering people's names and rather giving them nicknames of their appearance or actions. To be honest though, in his profession, it wasn't rude to call other murderous people by an alias rather than their real name. So, Flint just waited for the fellow guild member to approach within an acceptable distance of conversing with strangers.

Jo-Kam, that was his name wasn't it? The Frenzy Plant member was trying to talk to the two newest trainees of their guild, trying to make them feel involved and Flint appreciated the effort. "I do admit, I expected something with a bit more violence for my first mission, but standing around and doing nothing is my fifth favorite thing to do at least," Flint remarked, "And at least you dressed up for the event at hand, never thought to pack myself up with some fancy clothes."