Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181123070952

Prad turns to Armata, drafting his eyes away form the man in the wall. A cursed approval, as the man is unlikely to raise a hand to aid them should they need to "I will."

While impossible to see the man in the wall, should the undead lord focus, a very faint sensation could be conveyed to him. Almost as if the young man was speaking to someone. A conversation he was not enjoying. Prad had forgotten this lapse.