[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 (Kitchen)
[b][color=DC143C]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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	Fyror searched Miss Fontaine's countenance for any sign of wavering, any sign that this newfound knowledge was too much for her. However, she seemed to be as determined as ever, if not more so, to see this through to the bitter end. A part of him admired her for her courage, but a bigger part of him still had a gnawing sense of worry that she was going to get herself hurt, if not killed. The only life he was willing to risk in this endeavor was his own. His conscience couldn't bear anything more than that. 

	He nodded his head absentmindedly, as he took a few more bites of his food. He lifted his gaze from his plate as Silvio came over, sitting down with them before asking more questions. Fyror closed his eyes for a moment. With a sinking feeling, he knew that he was going to have recount the graphic details of that autopsy report that Dr. Graham had shown him. That report still haunted him. The details of the torture that Rutherford's previous wife had endured were perhaps forever etched into his brain, and the thought of the same happening to Millicent made him feel sick to his stomach. 

	Shifting in his seat, he seemed visibly uncomfortable as his gaze flitted between Silvio and Colette. He let out a shaky exhale, before finding his voice again.	[color=DC143C]"I--after Miss Wyndham's engagement to Lord Rutherford became public knowledge, I was pulled aside by a good Samaritan, a Dr. Graham. Out of concern for Miss Wyndham's safety, he showed me an autopsy report detailing the months worth of torture Rutherford's previous wife had endured before her death,"[/color] he explained, a look of pain flickering through his eyes. [color=DC143C]"It--[I]it[/I] was horrible. Burns. Lacerations. Damage from near drownings. And the sexual abuse the woman endured--"[/color]

	He had to grip the edge of the table to stop the shaking in his hands. Pain seemed to turn to anger in his eyes. [color=DC143C]"I don't know what he has on her. All I know is that, one way or another, this has to end,"[/color] he remarked through clenched teeth.