[i]Perhaps If I mixed some ember flowers with just a bit of graymold then-[/i]. His train of thought was abruptly interrupted by a male voice. [i][color=6ecff6]Are you here to assist the Undertaker as well?[/color][/i]. Flynt smiled a little and spoke in a cheery voice,warm and inviting. "Indeed I am,I figured with my extensive knowledge on the supernatural that maybe I could help narrow down whatever thing did that". He paused for a moment,seeming to debate what to say next."Are you here to do the same?". He asked while giving the man a quick glance over. He was a tall-ish man with jet black hair that combed over slightly. His eyes threw him off a bit,being nearly as black as his hair but Flynt really couldn't be one to judge on eye color. A simple dress shirt and vest combo,covered with a plainly with a jacket and some normal pants made up his attire. A calvary sword hung by his side which upon noticing Flynt added "sir" to the end of his sentence. He felt obligated to add it,partly out of the respect that he deserved from being out there on a battlefield. All in all, the man looked crisp,clean though the same couldn't be said for Flynt. Various potion vials had been busted on his arm, leaving some multicolor drops on the old wooden floor of the building. His silvery hair was disheveled along with his bronze goggles at a misshapen angle. His face held some fatigue from his earlier travels and the very recent shootout. Despite his ragged appearance he still held that same warm and friendly smile, like he'd been speaking to his best friend.[i]This day continues to get...interesting.[/i].