[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=DC143C]Fyror Kildragon[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/3oKIPfz9cQZIJsAMw0/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=-bEhIDaellg][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] N/A
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	Fyror's brows rose a bit at Hazel's comment in reply. [I]Thanks, I think?[/I] he thought to himself. He let out a small sigh, shaking his head as she turned around. However, he soon followed her suit and looked out at the open ocean from their vantage point high up in the Crow's Nest. He had to admit that it was most certainly a spectacular view. He glanced back over at her as she had something else to add. He gave a short nod of his head, not that she could see it seeing as her back was still turned to him. He eyed her for a moment as she balanced herself out on the railing, seemingly unfazed by the sway of the ship and the sheer height they were at.

	He took a small step back as she turned back around to face him, and his gaze followed hers as she pointed out a torn sail out along one of the crossbeams. His gaze whipped back to her when she said they were going be fixing said sail. [color=DC143C]"Not particularly,"[/color] he answered her question, albeit hesitantly. Was she serious? I mean she literally just said that he needed to get himself some sea legs before he got himself killed, and now she basically wanted him to become a tightrope walker in the matter of a few minutes? His lips thinned as she started gathering up her supplies. He arched a brow at her. [I]Yup, she's serious.[/I] He looked over the railing, assessing the height before he turned back to her with a sigh. [color=DC143C]"What will you have me do?"[/color] he asked resolutely.