Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180602045532

“Finally, heat.” Alburn says in an exasperated tone. As Tirush places the molten stone in the pit, Alburn almost instantly takes a seat by it. He huddles up to the pit while wrapping a blanket he strapped to his saddle around himself.

“Much better.” He tone now relaxed and comfortable. Barnabus also takes advantage of the new found warmth, grabbing a sturdy log and pulling toward the pit to use as a seat.

“Multitalented individual you are, Tirush.” Barnabus says in a chuckle. “I’ve seen many intriguing things in my tenure as, Unseen. But one such as you, I’d say intriguing is an understatement. I’d like to know more about your world while we recover our strength. That is if you’d indulge me?”

Barnabus plops the log on the opposite side of the pit, parallel to Tirush. He clasps his pale hands together and sets them in his lap, an unassuming smile on his face.

Armata meanwhile listens to Jorge, yet his eyes are constantly shifting and scanning. His irises glow their golden gleam as he surveys everything. Nocturnal birds calling in the distance, wide awake game out forging for food and drink by creeks. He can see them all by the pulse of blood coursing through them. Like a statue made of numerous red wires that twist and overlap one another. Shining bright for an instant, then dimming to a colder shade of red.

“And what of Layoka? Will you take her with you?” Armata responds. Showing his ability to listen, even when focused on so many other things.