[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=556B2F]Thalken Talink[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/Bq2pN12Dn7VMA/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=556B2F]You haven't even seen my bad side yet.

[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gJQTd0aoqHY][color=556B2F]- [I]"Sinners" by Barns Courtney[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park) - Outside the Stables
[b][color=556B2F]Skills:[/color][/b] None currently
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	With his arms full, Thalken could do little other then squint his eyes and avert his gaze to combat the intensity of the sun as he stepped outside of the stables. [I]Damn.[/I] He grimaced as the intense light reignited the pounding in his head. Once his eyes adjusted to the brightness of his surroundings, he reluctantly looked up and through squinted eyes glanced around. The whole circus seemed to be in an uproar about something, bits and pieces of conversations coming to him but not really penetrating the haze he was in. [I]Whatever. Wait--[/I] It took him a moment to realize that they were actually packing up, and doing so like they were preparing to leave in a hurry. For some reason, that didn't exactly settle well with him. It was probably because it meant his fate would be decided sooner rather than later like he would prefer. He felt like crap. What did you expect? [i]This is great, just great,[/i] he thought with increasing irritability. 

	He looked about for a minute or two or three before locating the people that the guards mentioned to give his clothes to. He wasn't going to just ask the guards for directions, [i]obviously[/i]. Once he set his steely gaze on said people, he stalked over to them, unceremoniously dumped his crappy clothes, and then got the hell out of there before they could detect the rancid smell. He had some self-respect, okay? After that he wandered around aimlessly, glaring at any and all poor unfortunate souls who crossed his path. He was just not in a cordial mood if you couldn't tell. That is assuming he ever was cordial in the first place, but that was beside the point.
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[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=DC143C]Fyror Kildragon[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/c08e11f7-3cfd-47ba-8929-88361f1112d2.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=DC143C]Let me die first, or I will die twice.
[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4q2bYTM8LU][color=DC143C]- [I]Atticus[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] Manchester, England 
[b][color=DC143C]Skills:[/color][/b] Country knowledge (England)
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	Fyror's head tilted to the side slightly as his gaze seemed to continue to search Colette's. His brows rose a bit at her boldly spoken words, and the corner of his mouth twitched up. He liked her spirit, but at the end of the day, spirit wouldn't keep her out of harm's way. It could do quite the opposite actually if spiritedness led to cockiness. That's not to say that he believed Colette was necessarily being cocky or reckless, but it was more that he believed that it was a thin line easily crossed if she wasn't careful. He did get the distinct impression that she had undergone training at some point in time. Did that sway his skepticism or ease his overly protective nature? Not really. Nevertheless, she seemed dead set on this endeavor and would likely pursue it with or without him. He much preferred that she not go about this alone, so it seemed she had left him with little choice but to agree. His hands were tied basically. He supposed he could use the extra help anyways, what with Gerard bailing on him at the last minute.

	[color=DC143C]"Alright, you can accompany me,"[/color] he agreed, albeit reluctantly. He gestured for her to follow him back the way they had come to where his carriage was awaiting. As they walked along, they were met halfway by a man who informed him that the horses had been changed on his carriage and that it was fully stocked with provisions for two as requested. He expressed his appreciation before glancing back over at Colette. [color=DC143C]"The nearest port is in Preston, so I suggest we head there and acquire a ship if we wish to have any chance at catching up to Lord Rutherford and Ms. Wyndham,"[/color] he explained to her. They made quick work of getting back to the carriage, and as the driver opened the door, Fyror curteously offered his arm to Colette in order to help her up into the carriage.