Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181214041821

His ears barely pick up the audible percussion of a dual knocking. Couldn’t be Roda, her hand mustered a bit more force.

Nor could it be Armada, able to simply phase through.

Using his still scarred hand, he wipes himself, gathering the greatest effort to force his sorrow out.

He turns to the door, making sure his shroud is on as he turns the knob and pushes it, his voice strained but cloaked “Young one? What brings you here?”