Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190212023105

'”Neither, then. The messenger is the king coming to meet its runts...”' the man in the wall sits by the roof, his vision plunging at Pramool and the surrounding wreckage, apathy ruling his sight.

Prad rises from his seat “I have made the promise, I shall follow”