Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181003035201

Respite extends as the tainted vision returns not...for now. No longer assailed by his physical nor mental trauma, Prad is left at the leisure of fatigue, a much more preferable prospect compared to the harrowing hoursto this point.

He sits on his stretcher, no words coming out of him. A mind pondering about the sudden absence of his...tormentor and provider. The last bit, a helm clouded in silence. He sensed confusion. Of what? Why? How? Prad pushes these thoughts away, all too wishing to rest.

Instead, he takes glances at his surrounding. "This place is curiously lively for one such as the one they call Anathema" he lets out, reminiscent of their first meeting, a lamb set on an undead's jaws. All such lively poeple, too, to his curiosity. Prad could not really comprehend the need for one discarding the notions living beings aspire to surround himself with people alien to his thoughts. And no one to humor his questions, either...

A shame, for now is ripe for trivia...