Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20181025025357

“Pramool?” Roda recounts the name, seemly trying to place a face or legend to it. “I do not recall any of the known gods to bare that name. It must be exclusive to the world you traveled to.” The Werewolf can see the discouraging look in Prad’s eyes and quickly decides a change of subject is in order.

“Well enough on this for now. You should focus on recovering your strength. Lord De’Sange’s command was clear, and we will have you top condition before you know it.” Roda’s ears wiggle and her tail wags as she stands to let Prad rest. “You can sleep easy here. Do not let rumors and old tales whispered in taverns cloud your judgement of this castle. You are safe here. I will check on you in an hour. Please, try to sleep.”