[h2]Flint Dunigan - Belka Graveyard to Frenzy Plant Camp (Yesterday)[/h2]
Turning his sight back onto the battlefield of exhausted warriors, he surveyed the land for the various destroyed sections of the area that had been sustained during the big fight. The task was actually quite hard, he wasn't sure what was already broken prior to the defeat as the entire town seemed a bit run down in the beginning, but it seemed that the guild did good against collateral against the big hulking beast. Flint sighed in relief of the news, destroying property was the fastest way to find the bounty hunter on his bad side, but it seemed that everything would be in good hands with this strange guild. So, just as he was about to get upon his horse to ride away from this mess of a town, a certain voice seemed to be talking to the cowboy. Holding the reins of his horse, he turned around to find the old man who had spurred the guild and himself to fight against the great beast. To be honest, he seemed more impressive on the battlefield than anything else, but it seemed that he was just some average old man. So as the stranger finished apprising Flint, and the cowboy finished listening to the supposed leader of the guild, he found that their various activities had similarities with the various jobs that he had done throughout the years. Maybe it was something else that stirred with himself, but Flint nodded towards the old man as he hurled himself up onto his horse with a inquisitive look on the stranger. "I'll see if I have the time," Flint said, trotting his horse away from the scene of battle to retrieve the equipment at the tavern that he had embarrassingly left in the rush to get the graveyard.

An hour or two had passed, Flint had all of his equipment strapped on his means of transportation and the surge of civilians plaguing the streets has died down just enough for himself to pass through the crowd. He didn't know exactly the reason for his appearance at the camp, but maybe it was just that curiosity had gotten the better of him. The crowd of mages seemed to have instantly dozed off from their exhaustion before setting up their base of operations. Really, it was just three people awake in the area being himself, a supposed friendly undead mage, and the leader of the guild. It was quite obvious what he was trying to do for the two, he wanted to recruit them into their guild for the purpose of making themselves stronger against the rest that was spread across the world. This wasn't the first time that he had been asked to join groups of mages, but it was the first time that Flint hadn't immediately answered with a quick negative on the offer. He was actually interested in the guild, that was for sure, but he wasn't too keen on the idea of spending the rest of his life with these mages. However, it would only be a matter of time before Flint would find himself in a situation where he had bitten more than he could chew. It was strange trying to think of reasons on why he should stay or go, but Flint would use the advice given by the guild master to sleep on the heavy decision. He didn't like being this unsure, but maybe in the morning he would find his answer. Constructing and entering his small tent made for one, he rested his body for the next day to come.

[h2]Flint Dunigan - Frenzy Plant Camp (Present)[/h2]     
Yesterday went away, and soon a new day started as Flint raised from his sleep. His rest wasn't the best compared to that of a bed, but it would do as Flint himself didn't expend too much energy from yesterday. Though, he still had the problem of deciding if he should stay with this guild or ride away to stay as a lone hunter. He still disliked the idea of spending his entire life with this group of soldiers, but they are also the most likely to be the only people that he would find tolerable to personally work with himself for long periods of time. Flint slowly got out of his tent, fending himself from the early morning rays and he soon knew what decision he was going to go with when asked later in the day.