Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180327235839

"Thank you again. I will not forget this."

Using his heft Praetor slides off the roof, down the wall and lands on the soft ground below. The telltale thud and following creaking of his armor confiming his safe landing. Ince more he looks over the ring in his palm before he begrudgingly stows it in a pouch on his belt before entering the cabin.

"I apologize but I had something urgent to attend to. Nothing that will hinder the group as it has been adressed. You mentioned something about the cartridges Alburm? It's quite fascinating what can be achieved with sheer technical knowledge is it not?"

Taking up his previous spot near the fire Praetor goes back to his work surprised to find his attitude over the blade to have shifted. The weapon he found as crude and bulky now felt familiar and quite comfortable to grip. He was pleased to know that he wouldn't have to replace it with a demon silver sword...

He placed the sharpening stone down and looked over the blade as if he had felt some imperfection, but this was all a gesture to hide the fear under his helm.

The ring...

-She's changing us-