Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170423011718/@comment-30014014-20170423031906

(He is. He's just momentaraily lost)

A pair of locks makes a -click noise-, a burst of dim flames escaping his helmet as he reaches for it. Pulling it out, it reveals his chainmail mask as well as a headgear, a link between himself and his helmet. The thing is still slightly hot to the touch.

"Well, here it goes, mylady. What's next?"