Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190130023342

"This animal casts his crimson dye unto the idle hands removed from the scenery, all too blind to the child's guilt. Blinded by the same reason prying the boy's hands into a machination..."

The words of the shadow briefly peers beyond the place from where it lingers, just enough for Armata to hear. A manifesto of non-involvement in this sudden enrapture. One seen to its confirmation by Prad who barely lifts his head to the lord of the palace "...he didn't do it. Not this time. It wasn't him. That was me...all me".

He lwoers his head once more, a wash of humiliation from the words spoken, undoubtly high enough for those near to hear, just enough.