Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190407210810/@comment-26517142-20190429231626

Cire would have to consider his next move. All of the sudden, a Kak'ja lands in front of him - and he froze.

The Kak'ja scans the area--looking around even though he, of all people, was already standing right in front of her. She brushes past Cire as if...he didn't even exist.

At that Cire hears a voice from his body. He sees black smoke encircling him. 'They will not peer past the glamour...not unless you speak for long.'