Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-27550231-20190131170251

Jorge let out low murmur his tone bordering dissatisfaction. His faceless gaze dug deep into Prad, scrying the wounds that tattooed his arms.

There was no pity.

There was no mercy.

There was no kindness.

There was only steel. Only the faceless resolve of a jaded warrior. Only the blackened metal of countless battles.

"I hope you understand what you are getting yourself into Prad. I don't want to see you rushing carelessly into battle thinking yourself invincible. We can't be there to protect you at all times you know. If you fall just out of my reach there is no certainty that I would stop to save you. Not with the amount of hostiles we face."