Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191020115318/@comment-30014014-20191020150418

The man keeps his eyes locked to the persistent lights, the dying and the nascent "This is a land of noise and colors. How peculiar. I never expected the passed away to be so...festive".

He glance just barely enough to graze the new arrivals. Three of them. Parents and a child. Whatever expression he may have remains underneath his mask. His tone is muffled, gravely "People with history. With the new figure, no less. How intruiging".