[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=DC143C]Fyror Kildragon[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/4QF0Gu0AwjAC4MABwu/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=DC143C]There is no better test of a man's integrity 
than his behavior when he is wrong.
[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a6Brzg52C7Y][color=DC143C]- [I]Marvin Williams[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] La Canela Ship (W18 ⇢ F15)
[b][color=DC143C]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A 
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	Fyror's lips thinned, and his face fell slightly at Marco's response. It was disappointing, but he supposed it wasn't at all surprising. He let out a small sigh, glancing downwards to stare at the ground for a moment, before meeting the man's gaze head-on once more. [color=DC143C]"Fair enough,"[/color] he replied simply. He didn't really know what else to say on the matter. Besides, it was clear that words wouldn't fix this. No, he would have to make up for his error some other way. He would have to prove his sincerity by making a visible change in his attitude, and only through his actions and deeds could this possibly be resolved. 

	He watched a bit dejectedly as Marco walked off after the girl. Hazel was her name apparently. His gaze gravitated back out at the open sea. He didn't know what laid ahead for him, for Colette, for Millicent, or for England for that matter. The big unknown didn't settle well with him, but of course, there was nothing he could do about that other than just be prepared, for anything. His gaze turned sharply as the girl, Hazel, told him to follow her. He nodded his head and obediently fell in beside her. He glanced up at the tall mast and rope netting attached to it before looking back over at her. His gaze flitted down to the rope she quickly unknotted and reknotted, considering inquiring about it but ultimately deciding against it.