Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180329052712

By the time the group had finished their down time, Prad had his alone time long done. Everything he wanted to say to the desceased, he did. Nothing more could be spared from the frightened young man, who by then had his hand on the cliff he slid off before.

Lifting himself up, he finds the group reunited, a sign that they were likely to advance. Prad's eyes tether once on Armata, then Acheron and Tirush. A restrained terror swells, tempered only by the presence of Praetor and Alburn, the sight of the two giving him a small boost of confidence as he fully climbs up. He raises his hand, the other behind his back, his gaze now detoured "I'm here".