[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]The memories always bring back the pain.
[/color][/h3][/I][color=DC143C]- [I]Unknown[/I][/color][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] La Canela Ship (Main Deck ⇢ Kitchen)
[b][color=DC143C]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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	Fyror tried to shake off the sense of foreboding and worry that had gripped him once more. That's not to say that it had ever truly gone away to begin with. No, for him such feelings came and went like the waves of the ocean, and right now, they were most assuredly in a storm. Truth be told, beyond that air of seriousness was a man who just couldn't stand to see others suffer, and he often bore their suffering like it was his own. His own health be damned. 

	He silently followed after Miss Fontaine and Silvio. In an attempt to relieve himself of those gnawing feelings, he instead elected to contemplate Colette's words. Why was the Grand Duchess also interested in searching for Miss Wyndham? Well, he supposed the woman had the same, or similar, information he did, if not entirely newfound information. Though that begged another question, why was Colette so determined to see this through as well? He recalled upon first meeting Colette that she had stated that she knew of what Lord Rutherford was. But to what extent? 

	His lips thinned just thinking back on the graphic information Doctor Graham had given him regarding the deaths of Lord Rutherford's previous wives. It wasn't something he wished to recall again, let alone talk about openly. However, he supposed he should brush aside his own discomfort and lay it all out for Colette. She deserved to know. He let out a small sigh, vaguely taking in the details of the small kitchen before turning his attention to Silvio. [color=DC143C]"Quite. I will gladly take whatever you can spare,"[/color] he replied.