Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181124191212

A detail he veiled in the rift between worlds fails not to notice. The land in which he walks rattles, seeing the undead's awareness literally spill beyond, if still unclear.

"Really? That is yet another fact I least expected from the...the landlord..." Prad speaks, quietly. His back is ripe with shivers. His exposure to powers survived from the primeval times of conflict bites at his neck, sending a warning. From his violet irises, he can see something occuring, not knowing what exactly...or why.

Expecting some snark from the gray man, he hears nothing, instead feeling his gaze broadcast forward, the undead front and center.