[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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	Disappointment flashed in Fyror's eyes at Constantin's refusal. Glancing down at the ground, he nodded his head, if a bit solemnly. [color=DC143C]"Fair enough,"[/color] he spoke up, meeting the man's gaze again. He had hoped that maybe the Grand Duchess had gained some new details about Miss Wyndham's situation that would be of use to him. Nevertheless, he respected the man's desire to keep such details private. 

	[color=DC143C]"Of course, I'm sure you have had a long journey,"[/color] he commented politely when the man expressed the need to rest. Fyror himself was surprised that he wasn't feeling entirely beat. Then again, he likely wouldn't be able to sleep anyways, not while Miss Wyndham's safety was still in question. In that case, he likely had many sleepless nights ahead of him yet.

	The look in his eyes grew distant and hinted with a touch of angst for a moment, as if lost in unpleasant thoughts, until Miss Fontaine's voice drew him out of his stupor. He blinked, taking a moment to process what she had said. [color=DC143C]"Indeed,"[/color] he replied simply, his response a bit delayed. 

	His attention turned as one of the crew members came over to them. He didn't realize how hungry he actually was until it was offered. He nodded his head. [color=DC143C]"Anything will do, really. Thank you,"[/color] he replied to the man, glancing over at Colette.