[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=556B2F]Thalken Talink[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/Ie2hfZ9jYm4PC/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=556B2F]You haven't even seen my bad side yet.

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[hr][hr][center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] Exiting London via the Wall of Jericho (Northwest Interior) 
[b][color=556B2F]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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Thalken managed to exit the wagon without a hitch, his boots hitting the ground with a resounding thud. He supposed at this point his guards didn't really even care if he ran off. They would just find some other sucker to do his job. He made his way towards the wall where The Great Bazhooli and the crazy German fellow were...playing? Miming? He didn't really know what they were doing, and he didn't really care. [I]Well[/I], maybe if he was being straight with himself, he would say he did care. After all, whatever mission they were on seemed urgent, so staring at a solid wall was most certainly a waste of precious time.

	Right about the time he neared them, he felt the ground under foot shake and a mechanical grinding sound fill the air. He stopped in his tracks, his arms going out as if to steady himself. His brows furrowed before suddenly widening as the wall ahead began to literally open. [color=556B2F]"Freakin' hell,"[/color] he exclaimed. While the others around him seemed to look at it in awe, Thalken was far from feeling such. He was just plain pissed. His face turned into a harsh scowl, before he took off at a sprint towards them. [color=556B2F]"What the hell do you think you're doing?! You're leaving the whole damn city vulnerable to a Soulless attack, the very Soulless that no doubt heard that noise from miles away!!"[/color] he nearly roared, having no need for propriety in the moment. What was propriety? [i]Foolishness.[/i] However, as the procession of circus folk began to move on, he soon found himself shutting his mouth and running back to his wagon before they could potentially leave him behind.
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[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=DC143C]Fyror Kildragon[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/9Dv4Aj9kOyiUZlbmRC/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=DC143C]Integrity is doing the right thing 
even when no one is watching.
[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dtnj8aYtK_8][color=DC143C]- [I]C.S. Lewis[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] Leaving Preston, England via the docks
[b][color=DC143C]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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	Fyror turned back to face the ship's captain and leaned back slightly against the railing of the boat. He nodded his head, giving the man another small, strained smile. [color=DC143C]"Good,"[/color] he commented simply, before pushing away from the side of the boat. He leisurely followed after Colette, his hands in his coat pockets. He looked around, taking in the small interior of the boat. It wasn't much, but it would do. He let out a small sigh, before his gaze eventually gravitated back to Colette as she spoke to him. 

	He blinked, taken aback slightly by her apology. He opened his mouth, instinctively intending to reassure her, to say that it was alright, but he stopped himself. Why? Because he wasn't the type of person to lie, even if it was a seemingly inconsequential white lie. It just wasn't his style, so instead he stopped to reevaluate things. Had he been alright with what she had so brazenly done? 

	He chose his words carefully before speaking. [color=DC143C]"As far as being outspoken and all, feel free to keep doing that. I don't expect you to be a passive participant in this endeavor,"[/color] he replied. He gave her a small, almost shy smile, before clearing his throat and continuing on with what he had to say. [color=DC143C]"Honestly, though, I was admittedly a bit annoyed that we wasted our time on the naval vessel. But I won't hold that against you. That's behind us now."[/color] 

	However, his smile soon faded, the corners of his lips pulling down slightly into a frown, at her last statement. [color=DC143C]"I don't think I'll be able to sleep any time soon,"[/color] he stated solemnly, with a weariness to his eyes. [color=DC143C]"Don't let me stop you from getting some rest though. I'll give you some privacy."[/color] He then turned on his heels and left the room.