[center][hr][hr][h1][b][color=9e005d]Constantin Kolev[/color][/b][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/7abab444934e1f8f30e883bdad0f71a0/tumblr_nrisnnDhEA1rmcs4lo6_500.gif[/img]
[hr][b][color=9e005d]Location:[/color][/b]  Regalia's Ship
[b][color=9e005d]Skills:[/color][/b] Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)[hr][/center]

	[color=9e005d]“I see, then congratulations are in order I believe for a job well done, sir Fyror. Good job on making sure this lovely lady survived this ordeal.”[/color] Constantin stated and gave the man a little bit of a nod of recognition to the man. The firewalker liked brave people well enough and the man apparently had taken an ordeal to save this woman and that was worthy of praise and thus he delivered said praise. He then nodded as he listened.

	[color=9e005d]“I know of her... vaguely. The Grand Duchess was also interested in her.”[/color] Constantin nodded and his expression took a sort of grim look at it[color=9e005d].” Perhaps too  great of interest in that woman's well-being. The Grand Duchess ran avay with the macabre lady and the zealot lady to chase after the voman you spoke off. Ve are giving chase and took a short cut via sea... that's hov ve ended up here.”[/color] He recounted to the two of them their own escapades in short. Seemed like their objectives merged now too more or less.

	It was then that he noted what Vlad was about to do. Before he even had the time to react and warn him, it followed. That nose was broken yet again and this time even the Russianest Russian man was taken out by the impact. His nose cracked quite audibly and visibly.[color=9e005d]” Боже мой... не отново.“[/color] The firewalker muttered in Bulgarian as he facepalmed. This was getting absurd, this time he didn't even have the chance to attempt to heal before Vlad was whisked away into the captain's cabin behind closed doors.[color=9e005d]” Well... at least he should be save... probably.”[/color] He mumbled and sighed.

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 Боже мой... не отново.= My God... not again
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