Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20181003041657

(Sometime later.) Prad lay in a luxurious room that reeks of high class. A king sized bed with drapes that line the top canopy of the frame. A fireplace crackles with life as flames provide warmth. The floor is all carpet bathed in a burgundy color and gold trimming. Book shelves filled with a fine selection of novels and other idle reading material. To his right is a decent sized window that even from Prad’s horizontal position, gives him a rather stellar view and sight.

Outside are numerous towers, spires, walkways and walls, all cast in glows of white and orange. A combination created from the moon and torches. He has but a moment to absorb his surroundings when there is a knock at the door. Roda gently steps into the room, not sure if Prad has awoken. She carriers a tray of hot stew and a glass of water. As she reaches the bed, she finally notices Prad’s eyes are open.

“Oh, uh. I’m sorry if I woke you, Prad. I’ve brought you some food. Be careful though, it’s hot. We’re putting you on a light diet for now. We don’t want to overload your body to quickly with complex meals after what you endured.” Roda pulls up a seat next to the bed, and places the tray on an end table within Prad’s reach.