Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191130185528

@Everyone

Prad continues his walking, far from it all. He creeps the border of the castle following minutes of walking. A glassed wall, where the rain poured.

"Seems it didn't just look cold". He sits by a window, pressing a hand against it. Cold. A silent spectacle for his sleepless demeanor. Staring deep and far to the idle tempest, swarmed by wind and rain.