Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20190109070342

"You know, I could have gone for you, with all the stuff I wear". Prad steps up, revealing the shroud he never parts from, thick and many.

And then, he goes away, back to the bathroom. He remembers seeing some towels. His hands shoot up, catching a few over his backtracking feet, all the way to Roda "Here, hastening the drying with these should shorten the likely hood of a cold casting tis grip unto you"