Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180314004144

His gaze unto the direction where this...turbulence seep forth is washed by the tide of infantry flooding out of the gate. His mind fresh with the last encounter among these sturdy guards, he briefly looks at the dozen, realizing that they may have forgotten about due to his attire. A man armored in gray and a feeble scribe are two different things.

His answer is straight to the point, as the unnerved manners of some are enough to display the rush of the prominence this source which has called to him is doing "You may remember a young lad feebly escorted to this domain as Prad. I am Prad. My business? Whatever seeping within those walls. A good opportunity to make good on that 'help' i was to lend to the overlord of this domain".