Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-30014014-20191111055309

@Everyone

"Believe me..." Prad's brownish eyes follow the new man's depart, his quill, halted midway on sketching his face. The yonug man thought his words as fallacy, having more than tasted the depths of misery. As others did, here, int heir own way "...not everyone lays on this so-called tower. Least of all, faces I can recognize".