[b][color=662d91]Roleplay:[/color][/b] Soulless Regency
[b][color=662d91]Date of post:[/color][/b] March 8, 2017
[b][color=662d91]Character:[/color][/b] Fyror Gallant Kildragon
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[center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] Inn near Hyde Park (Inside – Top floor)
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	After being sufficiently fussed over, Fyror sought out the solitude of his room while his mother and sister got ready for the event at Almack’s tonight. He was uncertain of the validity of going to the event considering the heightened threat that Soulless now pose; however, the protective soldier within him wanted to be there perchance things did go awry. He also wanted to protect his family. He hated these conflicting feelings as they were distorting his good judgment. 

	He let out a sigh as he entered his room with his brother in tow. [color=DC143C]“I do not think I have much more information to offer you, Leon. I told you all but what you already know,”[/color] Fyror stated. He took off his belt and sword and tossed it onto the bed before rummaging through his stuff to find the sword sharpener.

	“You have told me the facts, but you have not told me your thoughts. What is your gut telling you?” Leon inquired. His tone held a note of gravity in it that caused Fyror to pause what he was doing and meet his brother’s gaze. Leon’s expression was serious, and Fyror noted the tension in his brother’s demeanor. His brother knew full well that today’s Cargast attack was a bad sign after years of relative peace in London.

	[color=DC143C]“I think our problems with the Soulless have only just begun. Things are going to get a lot worse before it gets any better,”[/color] Fyror replied gravely.