[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] N/A
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	Fyror looked downwards for a moment, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips as more praise was dished out. While some men may let such words of praise go to their heads, it only humbled Fyror. It was a reassurance to him that he was doing the right thing. [color=DC143C]"Thank you,"[/color] he replied softly, glancing over at Colette and then back to Constantin. He was glad when the attention diverted from him and back to other, more important matters.

	He nodded his head thoughtfully. He believed he knew the two women the man was referring to. The Grand Duchess had gained a bit of a following while at Almack's. A part of him was glad to hear that more people were looking into and doing something about the sketchy marriage between Miss Wyndham and the infamous Lord Rutherford. Had the Grand Duchess gone about her mission alone it would have been more of a cause for concern, but surely three, presumably trained, women could handle themselves well enough alone. At least he certainly hoped so. However, the situation that Constantin described did make him wonder...

	[color=DC143C]"How exactly did the Grand Duchess learn about Miss Wyndham's predicament? What kind of information, or lead, is she going on?"[/color] he questioned curiously. At the sound of a dull thud somewhere behind him, he spun around to locate the source. He grimaced as his gaze landed on The Great Bazhooli and his once again injured and prone form. He glanced over at Constantin and Colette with a look of concern on his face. Fortunately, it seemed that the flamboyant Russian was being tended to. He reluctantly turned his attention back to the others as Miss Fontaine attempted to strike the conversation back up again.