[h1][center][color=fff200]Nicodemus Flamel[/color][/center][/h1]
[center]Location: Phoenix Wing Guild Hall[/center]
Nicodemus's own demeanour is a calm regal mien that left no tells, gained through countless lessons on matters of diplomacy and social finesse, it would hide his slight annoyance at his welcome or rather the lack of one from the guild of Phoenix Tail. Such a paltry thing should be imperative for someone of his station but alas the sole remaining heir to the Flamel line must make due of what he has if he were to start from nothing. He would gladly take that over wealth, power and fame that was given from manipulation and lies, all to gain sway over him. The very thought of it threatened to make Nicodemus lose his composure, he quickly reins his anger in as one of the guild mages nears toward him from behind the bar, a burly bearded man who looked to be well into his forties, [color=9e0b0f]”Welcome to Phoenix Wing, how may I help you? Oh, and if you scratched the paint, you can repaint. We’ve just had renovations and I did rather hope it would last more than a few months before being damaged.”[/color]

Ah finally a welcome! Though he could have at least appreciated the effort I put into a theatrical introduction, truly it was a talent left unappreciated.. still it was a start he could work with. [color=fff200]"Apologies for such an entrance, I have somewhat of a flair for such things that gets the best of me. I meant no harm and shall reimburse any damages that I may have caused."[/color] Anyone could have easily discerned the high-born manner of speech, something Nicodemus could never fully get rid of even during his time spent hiding, he would follow this with a short bow, swallowing up his great pride to leave a humble impression, [color=fff200]"My name is Nicodemus Flamel and I wish to join such a guild as Phoenix Tail, I wield Rune Magic and am second to none with that magic. Who would I need to speak to, to grant me the honour of joining your ranks?"[/color] The future king looks up from the ground, eyes matching the man's in front of him, determined to take another step into the path unto reclaiming his rightful throne.

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