[h2]Flint Dunigan - Frenzy Plant Camp[/h2]
Flint nodded to the advice Argus had given to the man, it was true that this guild seemed different from the more rambunctious guilds that dotted the landscape. It was also quite nice to hear that Flint could leave the guild at anytime rather than just signing away his life to this militarized organization. He had thoughts since he didn't exactly know much of their inner workings and Flint never really bothered to learn much about them because of his disinterest until meeting this particular guild. So with this news, the cowboy soon outstretched his arms outside of the confines of the poncho revealing a cigar within one of his robotic hands. Lighting the cigar with a tiny magical seal of fire from the other hand, he removed his bandanna before taking in those few blissful puffs of smoke. Flint soon found himself staring at the sky with Argus, enjoying the silence with the fellow until finally giving his thoughts to the new found guildmate.

"Yep, they do seem like a reliable bunch of people. I can also see from the amount of damage you had taken in the fight that you had put a good amount of trust in your allies to finish the job even with your problems," Flint said, letting out a stream of smoke exit his lips, "I can't say I've met too many people that I can rely on as much, so let me see you make a good impression when the time ever comes." Flint lightly grinned at the sound of the request before finding himself relaxing with the stranger, the two aiming their stares into the sky above, each lost in their own thoughts.