[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=G3OihW5MPKA][color=DC143C]- [I]Marvin Williams[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] La Canela Ship (F15)
[b][color=DC143C]Skills:[/color][/b] Climbing
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	Out of the corner of his eye, Fyror caught Hazel giving him a once over. He stiffened imperceptibly out of habitual self-consciousness. He knew in all fairness she was probably just assessing his physical fitness to climb up the netted ladder, but nevertheless, it didn't stop that innate reaction. Over the years, he had had his fair share of people leering at him as if he was a monster in the flesh due to his marred appearance. That or they would simply refuse to make any kind of eye contact with him. He was undecided as to which stung more, being treated as if you are less than human or people acting like you don't even exist. One would think that over time he would have grown accustomed to it, but he never had and probably never would. It just wasn't in his nature to not care what others thought of him.

	He felt some relief when she relinquished her scrutinizing gaze. His gaze eventually gravitated back over to her, watching as she climbed up the netting and into the crow's nest with practiced ease. [color=DC143C]"Right,"[/color] he murmured, nodding his head at her words to hurry up. His gaze flitted over the length of the netted ladder before finding a good handhold and foothold to make his ascent up the mast. He made relatively quick and easy work for the first several lengths, and he was about halfway up when he must have made some kind of err. He felt his heart skip a beat as his foot slipped and he tumbled down, before by some miracle his foot caught in the rope preventing him from falling to his death. He gritted his teeth as he struggles to right himself, feeling a bit like a spider trapped in its own web until he can find purchase again. Eventually he's able to recover from that near heart attack and make it up to the crow's nest. He finally grabbed ahold of the railing and attempted to get his foot over it [I]repeatedly[/I]. He let out a disgruntled sound. It just wasn't happening, leaving him stuck between the rope and the railing.