Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190223222907

Prad reaches the place, still embroiled in his hovering particles gathered from the dim dagger. He lands not too far from the entrance, his hands quietly gathered at the middle.

His marroon eyes turn to the center where Armata is "Hum...I've been told you have need of me?"