[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]

Colette was now awake and alert, given the fact the hairs on the back of her neck continued to stand up straight. She had heard no word from anyone, but something was definitely amiss. She heard Fyror's voice and exited the room, feeling the cold instantly as the ship seemed to be taken over by frost. The ship was slowly being affected by this.

Colette looked around at the crew, now seeing them in action. If Fyror had the right idea, a Cargast was coming. Would it attack them? Why? And did this have something to do with the recent attack back in England? It seemed the Soulless were getting bolder, if this was indeed a Cargast attack. But even if it wasn't, they still had to do something, or else they would be stopped and possibly frozen to death.

Colette reached down and felt her weapon in her dress, oddly comforted by this fact. She strode over to Fyror as he issued commands. It was surprisingly welcome to see him take charge. First impressions left little to be desired, but she had a feeling there was more to him than she orignally thought and so far, she had been right. [color=E395B2]"What would you have me do Monsieur Kildragon?"[/color]