Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191211062613

@Everyone

Prad simply looks listens to the conversation. WIth the other one gone, he could breathe slightly more, letting part of his attention drift to the old one's interest in Lance, alongside his thoughts [So that's what he was doing...]

[I see his permeating touch hasn't completely wiped your self] Another voice peers in his mind. A voice he only learned of yesterday. Without looking up his seat, Prad could feel the faint presence of a projection. Or was he really here? Lingering over the chair of his seat with much less tension, looking to the same direction as he was.

[I've been lucky, that is all] Prad lets his thoughts speak in their mind speeches, feeling the the ghostly stare of a benign entity turning his stare back to him.

''[Luck can only delay the inevitable against a creature you had to bear. I'm sure your current compariotes would tell you 'not to sell yourself so short]''. The hidden apparition speaks in the same manners as his older 'watcher'. It was, however, obvious to the young man that he had nothing to do with him, perhaps other than their ancient stature. One he could feel.