Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-27550231-20190203050056

His duty done, whatever that may be with a title as vague as Warden, Jorge walked over to his helmet discarded and battered as he was for a time before. As he inspected the wrought metal work for any new marks he could not shake the feeling he was being watched.

Though no stranger to the prying eyes of a certain being she had been relatively silent as of late and that only made him less comfortable. No... he felt as if whatever was watching stood right before him, prying, scrutinizing, judging.

Jorge hurriedly put his helmet back on and pivoted away from the corner he found himself in. Finding comfort in anonymity his mask provided Jorge marched forward the looming presence following him every time he walked into the light.