Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190224210634

"Unfortunate...now you'll have but that construct to shelter yourself further from the opposite". Host-Prad barely makes a glance at the wall behind him, where the original man remains, sheathed in mind from his body. His proverbial back is turned to his possessor, languished in desolation, his metaphorical eyes shut from the world.

"Yes, you read right, lamb. The recent wandering mote of light has come in a typical fashion of their kind; brutish, narrow-minded and boastful. All of it, sided with a sprinkle of disregard for everything around them. Don't you worry, however, I am here...and hearing their speeches from here is an indication that your interactions with that belligerent warmonger is going to be...inexistant, assuming you make no effort to cross her way...at least until you can hide under the second layer..."