Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190210003743

Prad's thought are brought in backseat at his proposition "Like...a living armor?"

His heart, as muffled as it is behind his set of cloth, skips a beat loud enough for anyone with the most basic of heightened senses to hear. His placid voice briefly charges with the anthem of dread, one poorly masquerading as a dismissive response "I...I don't know...I don't know whether this is something advis---possible. I mean, what spirit would want to..." His words lose power, beheld by the shock of this proposition.