Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180531015026

Prad is nearby, behind a rock, sitting at a distance from the group, his dagger held in hand. He does naught but listen to the distance conversation, at the point where he overhears the twins.

His dagger flicker against the light, wrapped in his fingers. His stare darkens at the prospect of killing them. His hand away from the sight of the group, he squeezes his handle further, to the point that f briefly igniting the lightning dormant within.

"What I would do to turn them to dust..." he speaks to himself before sighing and loosening his grip, his head slumpering down again.