[h2]Flint Dunigan - Frenzy Plant Camp[/h2]
Taking only a few steps away from his tent, he could already feel someone's eyes staring at the back of his head. Well, it wouldn't be normal if people weren't staring at the strangely dressed mage in their campsite. Ignoring those eyes for the time being, he started to pack up his small living quarters with his horse soon moving to his side as the animal caught sight of their master. Flint was only just about to fold the tent together before the closing eyes started to say some words to the stranger, he expected them to be some sort of high ranking individual or the guild master themselves, but it seemed that their very informal words was someone of the common core of the guild. He paused for a moment after their words, taking a short glance at the stranger behind him before getting back into packing up the small tent. In that quick glance it seemed that the person had been heavily damaged during the previous fight with the pained stance of the body and a staff holding up their weight for the damaged figure. The look in his eyes suggested that he was in some pain, most likely from the fatigue of the fight with the wounds sustained as well, but they also hinted towards the slight distrust of the man as well. He wasn't too sure in how to interact with the fellow, small talk wasn't really his forte but ignoring him wasn't going to help either in this case to "build" relations with other mages within Frenzy Plant. 

Finishing up with a tightly packaged tent, he walked over to his horse inserting the tent onto the crowded saddle before finally acknowledging the presence of the most likely impatient stranger. "Nothing much is [i]up[/i], I'm just packing away for myself," Flint said, his normally gruff attitude coming onto a disadvantage in the conversation. After a short silence, he soon turned around to face the guild mage and nodded to the man, "The name's Flint, and... it's nice to meet you."