Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180527010246

Prad was not too far off, kneeling down as he quenches his unending thirst fot a whule. Being terrified all this time had his body ignore those baaic needs, all until he spotted Tirush anf Praetor near it.

A laughter sought its way oit of his throat, an underused muscle dired up since his arrival. One he didn:t expect from Praetor, of all.people. He wanted to laugh, but almosy choked instead, the prrsence of the undeads and the wyvern too unnerving for it to escape his mouth. Instead, he merely sends a feeble thumbs up to the mam of metal.