Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20190104054711

It didn't matter much to Prad. He isn't the most picky when it comes to certain places, unless they went the extra mile to make any host feel unwelcomed.

More still, she brough him here, a local claiming this place to be close to home. It didn't matter how mundane it looked to the marbled halls, for the young man was more impressed by the reality of this day. No fever dream, nor some hallucination, he was sitting at a table accompanied by someone else.

A thing rare for him.

And a much good thing for him.

That, and the looming festival nearby to entertain the two. For Prad however, a distraction to avoid staring deeply in Roda's eyes. He heard somewhere how impolite it was to stare. And effort is needed to will him as the embrace of a monster isn't something one shrugs so easily.

"That's a good spot you picked. Always feel at ease at outer dining" he comments, glancing at the festive participants.