Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-27550231-20180618000703

Praetor stares at Prad but for a moment before removing his helmet and grasping the canteen offered to him. His skin though still marred now bore less damage than before, the puss filled blisters were notibly diminished and the large charred patches were slowly being overcome by a pink fleshy substance.

"I don't mind one bit, thank you."

Tilting his head back the knight greedily downed the water not allowing a single drop to escape his maw. Then in but a few moments the canteen was empty and his arm stretched back out to return it to it's owner.

"Thank you very much! I'll have to stock up next time we find a drinking hole. Hopefully soon though... I need to replace all the fluids I lost through..."

Praetor's words trail off as another voice slowly crept into his mind, weak and meloncholically the voice echoed througout. The cries were unintelligible but constant. The only thing he could understand was sorry.