Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180531023700

As he is dropped off Praetor shambles towards the group his arms hanging limply to his sides. His feet land heavily, every step filled with half effort and carelessness. He shambled past Prad lazily waving at him as he passed. After stopping to pick up a large patch of moss he continued to a sunken tree and prepared his bed for the night.

"It has been too long since I've been this exhausted. Once we are done with this I'm laying down this sword and retiring from saving princess."

Praetor reaches for his helmet but ends up leaving it where it was. He'd rather not subject his companions to his appearance nor himself to the enviroment.