Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180617034207

Prad's moment of recluse in his mind is rescinded with the man's yawn, though his interest for the sky waned with the imminent rising of dawn from twilight. In his bag, he had but th essential: pieces of bread, a notepad accompanied with some ink and feather, some spare clothes such as his shroud, the base for what one would call a pillow and a few canteens of water.

Searching in his satchel, he picks one out of the few, filled to the brim with the must sought-after liquid. He walks toward the towering man yet to fully awake, passing on his available source "If you don't mind, here's one you seek".