Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180526210330

The air seems to change. Around the people at least. Prad can see that. They must be close, then. His hand's fingers go to wrap around the hilt of his dagger. A faint sensation runs through them. He didn't know what to say or do. So, he did what always for him. Silence.

Re-positioning his shroud, he continues to follow, albeit from his signature distance.