Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-30014014-20191110205944

@Everyone

Prad tore away the rest of his mask. He had no need for it. Instead, he looked away to a spot. Even with the gray man gone from his body, he still could feel certain things. Like the darkness of one distant, All while he now held an orange mug.

"Hum...sorry. I'm not sure what compelled me to..." Prad takes a bag of coin and places it on the counter. Well, the part not smashed by his hand. For the bartender.