Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190203212736

"Well...it's easy to be as such when everything and anything has been outclassing you from the beginning".

Prad takes a head shift and even though his eyes are still masquerading under his shroud, there is no mistaking that he looks back at Marcus "You state to be of no royalty, yet the dialogue jousts indicates your upcoming from a feared entity. You speak of having no tithe, yet one of your cohorts is a revenant of the sand continents, adorned as queen. You speak of mundane life hold, but those who accompany you would not allow it, for their very being demands more. So you bar yourself in strength a 'weasel' such as I couldn't dream of and senses far ahead of average individuals".

Prad turns from him once more, this time looking down, judging by his shroud "I know because he tells me of these. One formed under an heritage that easily sets him above mere mortals, capable of entertaining the owner of the palace. You are everything I am not. You do not need to fear and distance yourself from the rest of those present as I do. If anything, they walk carefully around you rather than the opposite..."