Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20190102041554

"Sorry..." he continues whispering, his shroud slapped on as to increase the muffle "...I was told one was supposed to know in any source but the person themselves".

Making a mental note of these choices, Prad's eyes dart to the direction of said library, making sure to unfasten his shroud before going back to Roda, not before a slight bow to the undead lord.