[h1][center][color=fff200]Nicodemus Flamel[/color][/center][/h1]
[center]Location: Phoenix Wing Guild Hall[/center]
Nicodemus nods at the older man's summary of the basic duties and expectations as a guild member, being well more than adequate for his standards and leaving him with enough room to work with. He would expect much of Phoenix Wing and its members and so far they had yet to fail to meet them, this place was indeed the most suitable to build up support from. [color=fff200]"Black will do and as for the location of mark... may you give me a moment?"[/color] The matter of the location was rather precarious, the guild mark overlapping on top of any one of his many runic tattoos littering his body would do him endless strife. The once-in-a-lifetime runic prodigy would shrug off the red hoodie he was wearing, leaving him bare up above his waist, and with a slight flare of his magic several series of runes that had even more varied uses to them. He gives himself a thorough examination, looking for any spare room for the guild mark and would immediately notice the back of his right hand was devoid of anything. The  golden maned man turns back to the burly bearded man and extends said right hand, [color=fff200]"The guild mark right here would do,"[/color] before raising a brow at the same man, who was left unintroduced properly [color=fff200]"You haven't given me your name?"[/color]