[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][color=DC143C]- [I]Marvin Williams[/I][/color][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] La Canela Ship (E15 ⇢ F15)
[b][color=DC143C]Skills:[/color][/b] Climbing
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	Fyror's brows furrowed as Hazel's voice sounded far off. He looked up and blinked several times in confusion as he stared straight ahead at a blank space. Where was Hazel? Better yet, where was he? He looked over his shoulder, following the sound of her voice. [I]What the hell?[/I] he thought to himself, his eyes widening in dismay as he saw her positioned on the completely other side of the mast. [I]I went the wrong way?! How on earth does that even happen?! God, I must be losing my mind.[/I] He shook his head at his mindless, and dangerous, blunder. As much as he would have gladly contemplated how much of an idiot he was, he knew that right then was neither the time nor the place. After all, he was precariously balanced several feet up in the air with nothing but a crossbeam and a rope to prevent him from falling to his death. Yeah, now was definitely not the time.

	He shook his head in exasperation at himself, before cautiously getting himself turned around on the relatively thin crossbeam. However, it was definitely easier said than done. He felt his heart leap into his throat as he slipped and fell just as he got himself facing the right direction. He grunted as his chest thwacked the wooden beam, and he quickly grasped the beam with his arms before he could plummet further downwards. He wasn't about to test to see if he had actually tied that rope around his waist well enough or if it could actually hold his weight had he tied it properly. [I]I'm not dying today.[/I] He gritted his teeth as he heaved himself back onto the beam and uneventfully made the rest of the way across to the crow's nest. He let out a small breath of relief as his feet touched the deck of the crow's nest, but his relief would be short-lived, as he still had to make it safely across the crossbeam [I]again[/I] but this time going in the [I]correct[/I] direction. He untied the rope and retied it on the appropriate side, before preparing himself for Take Two.