Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170507010056

Just as she echoes those words, the tiny puppet, haunted in her effigy whispers. While the speech in somewhat hard to understand entirely, the patern of her sentence utter, the rise and fall of her tone of voice is very present, is low in decibels

The man known as Bentley simply raises the thing slightly, his eyes squinting. If she could see through his mask, there would be a jagged grin on his face.

''Something I picked up while your kind were busy parading..."