Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180605032234

Prad had hoped for quiet, from where he dared approach form the darkness, simply to ask another fellow for a piece of meat. Now, he was in danger close, with the dragon variant about to unleash her fury on the exiled count. That kind of unbound danger was surely enough to get him to back away.

His stance stays near, instead, the instincts of fear since long dried up. Instead, he huddles down on the nearest thing he can use as a seat, and huddles down. No point evading it all now...