Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190301182949

Allievated by the lifeless bedrock of his stranding, the boy’s host had discarded his direct hold, leaving Prad to do as he wills.

He exits his room, a head full of wariness for the newcomers. To avoid them, as he returns to the armour, seeking to pass his time glancing at the artifacts. A benign but remembrance of his profession.