[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]People are strange, but more than that, 
they're good. They're good first, then strange.
[/color][/h3][/I][color=DC143C]- [I]Dave Eggers[/I][/color][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] La Canela Ship (F14)
[b][color=DC143C]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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	Fyror let out a small sigh of relief when he finally spotted Miss Fontaine from his vantage point up in the crow's nest. He figured he was probably just being overly protective, if not borderline paranoid, but what's new? He couldn't help it. It was just who he was. It was engrained into his very DNA. Though Colette was essentially a stranger to him, not much unlike these other people he found himself in the company of, he still felt a certain sense of responsibility for her. That's not to say that she couldn't protect herself. He just, well. Yeah, he's just being stubbornly protective as usual. 

	He let out a small sigh, pushing away from the edge of the railing. He held the bridge of his nose between his fingers for a moment, before his gaze darted to the side at Hazel's notably excited exclamation. A look of confusion passed through his one good eye, glancing back out at the encroaching ship before looking back at Hazel. [color=DC143C]"Crazed German? I'd be concerned if it weren't for the fact that you sounded oddly excited about it,"[/color] he remarked, the corner of his lips quirking upwards slightly. He turned back to the railing, leaning against it as he watched their ship pull up alongside the other ship. [color=DC143C]"Should we go down there and join them, or continue working on that broken sail?"[/color] he questioned, looking back over at Hazel.