[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=E395B2]Colette de La Fontaine[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/alJBIiG3D5EZO/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=E395B2][b]Location:[/b][/color] Preston
[color=E395B2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Language -English[/center][hr]

It was quite obvious to Colette that Fyror was either not aware of his true intentions with Millicent or just was not willing to trust them with her. She could, of course, accept either of those. His answer satisfied her to some extent. [color=E395B2]"I hope you do not take offense to my question, Monsieur Kildragon, I meant no harm. It is just....I have never seen a man so willing to fight for a lady's honor unless he was particularly interested in the lady herself. It is nice to see, is all I will be saying."[/color] Many a time has Colette seen the other side of men. But she would not bore Fyror with those stories. After all, she barely knew him.

The trip was somewhat pleasant, but they had made it to Preston. One look and they could definitely tell it was bustling. The place was full, judging by the signs for no rooms. Still, there were plenty of ships. [color=E395B2]"This place is very busy. I would assume the attack has people concerned. Hopefully, we can find a ship to take us. Shall we?"[/color] Colette exited the carriage, eager to make her way forward.