Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180316035057

Prad turns to this Renwick, his arms crossed. The subtle threat chimed as a monster would seems to unfaze the man. In fact, seeing by the brief ghastly purple gleam in his eye-sockets, he was expecting something like that. His shoulders briefly lift up and down, in a bare increase in distance. He was laughing a bit, or at least, mimicking the act of laughter through them as no sound escaped his helmet.

The gleam in his eyes disappears, his interest to the individual rapidly disminished. His voice is dry cut "A poor choice of words for someone claiming to be an ally..."

Slowly his hands unfasten, his head nooking to the left. The palms of black and gray join behind him, his disinterest in the man before him now blatant "But alright. You seek to have the last word, so shall I abide by the count's request".

While still facing Renwick, the man could sense Prad's gaze was no longer tethered at him. Trying to place his stare at that moment would be difficult.