Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181128060755

“2 years?” Prad nods very slightly in respect. Seeing the true governors of this place, having a modern individual among mortals like him dwell in this place with the ancient is worthy of mention.

Although his gesture is doubled with a sense of grief. To be stranded so far, with individuals concerned not with their lives, a hardship. All of it, whispered in his ear by the man in the wall, speaking of some jagged hierarchy in which he was the lamb. Roda, but a peg above.

He hides this sober side, drafting his mind in different thoughts “I take it there’s no vacation time or a amount of days where you give a holla to family?”