[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=DC143C]Fyror Kildragon[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[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 took in a bit of a breathy inhale at Silvio's questions. He glanced over at Colette before looking back over at the man. [color=DC143C]"Well, it's sort of a long story. How much time have you got?"[/color] he attempted to joke but it mostly fell flat. He wasn't much of a jokester. I mean he had his moments. However, they were few and far between. He pursed his lips, trying to decide where to start. He figured now would be as good a time as any to lay out all the details, if only for Colette's benefit. Perhaps though, if he was honest with himself, it would also do him some good to lay out what was on his heart.

	[color=DC143C]"We are on a rescue mission. A woman is in dire need of aid. The woman's fiancé is sketchy at best and an extortionist--[I]rapist[/I]--and murderer at worst,"[/color] he answered Silvio but his gaze was on Colette the whole time. His demeanor was deadly serious as he looked at her, as if willing her to understand what she was truly getting herself into. He only relinquished his gaze when Silvio placed the plates in front of them. [color=DC143C]"Thanks,"[/color] he stated, nodding to the man. He took a bite of the cheese, before glancing back over at Colette. His gaze was a touch softer this time. He hoped he hadn't been too blunt, but he hadn't really seen any way around it. She needed to know what they were up against sooner rather than later.