Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190205031139

Prad remains quiet, merely watching the two while going for a somewhat open set of space. Silent in his steps, he goes, waiting for further instructions.

His shrouded eyes pick up the unsightly miasma of gray sitting by the fence "What an unfortunate time for the smith of novices to be tolling at his profession. His refusal to bow to the animal will surely bring harm to his side..."