[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]Integrity is doing the right thing 
even when no one is watching.
[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VtRNxl236No][color=DC143C]- [I]C.S. Lewis[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] La Canela Ship (Below Deck) - Sailing Northward from Preston, England 
[b][color=DC143C]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A 
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	The corners of Fyror's lips quirked upward in a small, halfhearted smile at the words of the man, whom he now knew as Marco. However, the smile soon faded as quickly as it had appeared. He seemed so serious in that moment, as he deftly replaced all of his belongings back onto his person. His belt with its sword and scabbard. His currently unusable pistol. His soaked wallet. And his other odds and ends. All the while he eyed Marco with his peripheral vision, particularly when he pulled out a dagger. Fortunately, he didn't really take the man as a threat. Marco had saved his life after all. 

	Once he was done replacing his things, he finally turned on his heels to face Marco. He leaned back against one of the wood supports as he crossed his arms over his chest. There was clear tension in his demeanor, like he was holding back something, and in a way, that was most certainly true. He had been holding back a flood of emotions, namely fear, for quite some time. But, it wasn't fear for himself. No, it was fear for Millicent's safety, and now Colette's too. As far as he was concerned, they had wasted enough time already. He needed to get back to business, his own health be damned. If Miss Fontaine needed more time to rest, that was her prerogative. 

	Fyror arched a bit of a brow as Marco began to question him. He then let out a small sigh before speaking. [color=DC143C]"We are on a mission to rescue a woman from someone who is destined to use her and then kill her. We took whatever ship we could find. We need to reach Port Annan as soon as possible. I fear we've wasted enough time already,"[/color] he replied a bit curtly, starting to feel a bit agitated over everything.