Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190208035307

"Assuming I somehow survive the other border from which the man of metal and mister Armata pulled you, his adjuvant and the young one out. I would prefer not making pretenses then die on the doorstep next day..."

Prad slightly turns to Marcus, shroud still hindering "Unfortunately, I do not bear the agumented resilience and strength as you do, nor the regeneration of the lord. Or even the martial arts of the man of metal. I have no delusions about my survival probability nor do I wish to drag her in this abyss of a withered futur..."