[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/161203/27a034e8ea53c1b04481b19ad78c9a9c.png[/img][/center]
[center][img]http://i68.tinypic.com/66dpxw.jpg[/img][/center]
[center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] Inn near Hyde Park --> Almack's
[color=DC143C]“Kill them with kindness.”[/color] 
[/center][hr][hr]
	Fyror did some last-minute freshening up before departing for Almack’s in the carriage with his family. The rest of the officers that had come to London from Colchester Garrison rode in the carriage behind the Kildragon family’s. Despite the potential threat posed by the Soulless, people’s desire to attend the “festivities” of the Season remained undeterred. 

	However, Fyror’s stomach was in knots as uneasiness and dread rose within him. He felt that the odds that this night would end without some kind of physical or emotional trauma were slim to none. Truthfully though, it was more than just the threat of the Soulless that caused such anxiety. It was the ever-present fact that his mangled appearance turns the very people he swore to protect against him. Why was it so difficult for people to look past the exterior and instead see the real person lying within? Why couldn’t they see his chivalrous nature or his boundless devotion to the people of this country? Instead they treated him with contempt and distrust. Fyror let out a sigh and silently prayed he would make it through the night and that all would be well. 

	When they arrived at Almack’s, there was already a line of carriages dropping off guests attending the night’s event. Fyror, Colonel Theodore, and Leon exited the carriage first before helping the women out of the carriage. Fyror noted the way his parents always looked at each other with such love and admiration in their eyes. Sadly, Fyror had little hope of finding love in his lifetime. Instead he would focus on his job as he always had. 

	In their red and gold coat, the group of infantry officers stood out like a sore thumb in the crowds meandering inside.