Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181124153355

In an instant, the man in the wall was behind the young man, ever hidden, his arm crossed in a non-chalant manner. He speaks not, watching the scenery unfold.

Watching Prad's masked face remain unfazed by the question. Or rather, it was a token of relief "No, it is no such thing".

Relief? Or melancholy? It would seem Armata had used the wrong set of words. There is no vessel involved, alas. This, this is something else entirely.

Prad turns his face away, his voice changing pitch "What makes you say that? What prompted you to ask?"