[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=DC143C]Fyror Kildragon[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/c08e11f7-3cfd-47ba-8929-88361f1112d2.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=DC143C]Tears dry, smiles fade, 
but memories last forever.
[/color][/h3][/I][color=DC143C]- [I]Aaron Chan[/I][/color][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] La Canela Ship (Main Deck)
[b][color=DC143C]Skills:[/color][/b] Memory
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	Fyror's gaze drifted downward at the sound of Miss Fontaine's voice. His forehead was still lightly creased, having been caught mid-thought. [color=DC143C]"They seem oddly familiar, actually. Well, The Great Bazhooli does. I don't know about the other two. I just can't quite figure out where I recognize the man from,"[/color] he explained, before looking back over at the rather eccentric man. His head tilted a bit to the side as he contemplated it. The man talked about having come from London, so Fyror figured that that was where they must have crossed paths. 

	He suddenly snapped his fingers as it came to him. [color=DC143C]"The Soulless attack at Almack's! That's where we met!"[/color] he exclaimed. As Vlad was already taking off to gather his things, Fyror instead turned to Constantin. [color=DC143C]"You and The Great Bazhooli were at the gathering at Almack's that night when the Soulless attacked, were you not? Along with the Grand Duchess Elizaveta,"[/color] he questioned. 

	He looked back over at Vlad as he prepared for some kind of big display. His eyes widened as he witnessed a truly peculiar ability, the likes of which he had never seen before. He glanced down at Colette, arching a brow, before watching the odd display once more in a sort of state of perplexed fascination.