[center][hr][hr][h1][b][color=9e005d]Constantin Kolev[/color][/b][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/7abab444934e1f8f30e883bdad0f71a0/tumblr_nrisnnDhEA1rmcs4lo6_500.gif[/img]
[hr][b][color=9e005d]Location:[/color][/b]  The Bristol Ship 
[b][color=9e005d]Skills:[/color][/b] Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive) [hr][/center]

	Constantin couldn't help but frown at the tale the crazy German was spinning. While Vlad was busy explaining to him what was going on with the rulership of the circus and what Veta's grand position was in it all. He didn't pay too much attention to Vlad's speech, as he knew it well enough after all he was part of the Circus and considered himself someone who knew Veta enough to be called friends given if they weren't in their present social standings. Mentioning her, made him think about her again as he looked away towards the land they were leaving.

	The ship was already moving away so they were entirely on water officially. Constantin frowned and thought of Veta again. Where was she? Was she fine? Would they find her in time? What if they didn't? That was a horrible thing to even think about! He's expression turned grim at the prospect.[color=9e005d][i]' Why couldn't I notice her plan earlier?'[/i][/color] He thought to himself, partly blaming himself. Why didn't the visions reach him when it was happening? Constantin couldn't help it and blamed truly himself for this blunder. He should have expected for her to pull of something! Didn't she always like to act in such manners? He clenched his fists, his expression grim. [color=9e005d][i]' If she asked... would I have followed her and leave without saying anything to Vlad?'[/i][/color] He asked himself, his fists clenched tightly enough to make his knuckles white. This question now haunted him. Whom would he have paid more loyalty to in that case? Her? The Bazhooli?[color=9e005d][i]' Dammit...'[/i][/color] He cursed, unable to figure it out. Now he may never find that answer and it was even more tearing him up from the inside.