Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181125212334

Peas starts wandering once more across the halls, looking for yet another piece of armour, watching as the specter glides around another. Another set of lights peering from his black gauntlet scanning what lies within the glass.

Prad’s says nothing, wishing no more sour upon this rare lapse of relief.