Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20190112045532

The young man turns his hooded face to the man of metal. As he does, so does the shadow under Prad's feet, turned to the same individual. He speak with a voice of acceptance. Acceptance of something..."No, I have not. You need not worry, sir. I bear no scar of an act as such".