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Kapar is there, exploring. He does not Recognize Flint.

He sees a tall, slender, vaguely handsome half-elf rummaging through the trash. 

He goes up to them.

”Hello there! Who are you?”

'Ya don't recognise me?'

“No, i don’t.”

He looks a bit like a half-starved Legolas with jaw-length blond hair

'Ya really don't recognise me? Even though I'm still in the same clothes and have my hands in a trash can?'

“Wait… flint?”

'Yep. What took ya so long?'

“Your hair is a completely different color and you aren’t covered in dirt and grime.”

'I know right? Oslo very kindly bought me a spa day! I know, I was sceptical too, but it was actually pretty nice... You're gonna call me a prissy surface-dweller, aren't you?'

“Yes, yes i am.”

'Is there any way I can prove ya wrong? I mean, I know I look like some pampered half-elven prince, but I'm the same Flint.'

“You don’t need to. I don’t really care that much.”

'What does that mean? Like, ya don't like my new look, think that I've shown my true colours?'

“No. I don’t really Care about how you look. It was a Joke.”

'Guess so. How's life treating ya?'

*gtg, will be back*

“Wonderfully! How about you?”

*see ya later*

*Night Y'all. The Salon will open back up tomorrow.*