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[center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] Hyde Park
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	Fyror noted that the woman before him had a nice smile and a relaxed demeanor. She seemed a bit flustered by him talking to her, leading him to believe she either was uncomfortable with him specifically or she was unaccustomed to a man speaking to her. Nonetheless, she continued to smile, and he gladly returned it with a kind smile of his own. 

	His brows drew together slightly at her question, unintentionally making his features look harsher. [color=DC143C] “Do I need a reason to treat a lady with respect?”[/color] he replied as more of a statement than a question. 

	When the woman seemed to study his features, he felt more self-conscious than ever. Surprisingly though, she did not seem detracted by his scar and messed up eye. He cannot remember the last time a woman, particularly an attractive one, took a good look at him. He fought the desire to bashfully look away as she studied him and instead maintained eye contact with her. 

	It felt like a long time before she spoke again when in actuality it had been but a few moments. The corners of his lips pulled down in a slight frown at her statement. He was truthfully saddened that she was so frequently ignored by people. [color=DC143C] “That is unfortunate. However, I am not from around this area,”[/color] he stated. [color=DC143C]“Many of the people around here seem to think that one’s outward appearance is a true representation of that individual’s nature, but I have found that to be often times false. I suppose all we can really do is stay true to who we are and prove them wrong.”[/color]