Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180315065013

Praetor was unsure if he could truly trust the new vampire or his guards. Though he seemed to agree with Armata's search for vengeance he was also weary as to how highly. Or rather how it appeared that he spoke highly of him, after all one could not trust the undead for their lack of visual tells and disregard for life made them dangerous and unpredictable. But he followed the group not once voicing his opinion or letting his guard down as they followed their temporary captors.

Occasionally his attention was broken by a rather unique piece of art or banner that he just had to have but nothing caught his attention more than the flowers of the garden. They were marvels never before seen in the other world...

"Ne'zon would love these."

Without hesitation he picked a few of the buds when he though no one was looking and placed them in his pouch of holding, a gift from the band.

His eyes darting back and forth Praetor attempted to memorize the path too and around the keep taking in any major landmark or detail should he need it to escape. Anything from glimpses into rooms that servants entered or exited from to the pottery and paintings that hung from the wall. No detail was too small of significance and no route too obsure to him as he scryed over every detail if it meant him gaining some edge in navigation.

As they entered to wait he noticed the rusted cuffs they placed on Armata's arms and how brittle they appeared to him.

"Surely they must have better equipment to hold one such as yourself in custody."