Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180314020830

Being a foreign guest to this place once before, the man in gray and purple could easily summarize that these must have been stationned elsewhere. To pull this many armed guards at every corner...this rift must be more serious.

Of course, Prad's ghastly gaze briefly turns to those tinkering with the swelling remains of this rift, smelling of ancient luster, prompting his black gauntlet to reach for the metallic chin of his helmet, an inaudible rattle coming from it.

Obviously, the count's words come snapping his attention slowly, his arms crossing all the same "What good is the sacrificial lamb in the face of old? Yourself have restrained your hand in face of a tribute. Walking in his shoes once more would likely make mockery of this incident you are presented with"