Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191020115318/@comment-30014014-20191028214243

(Hound)

"Another drifter then". Drapp stops. Another stranger. One not from their world. An outcast, just like him.

"There is another not unlike me, then. One who only now glances at places and people so different. I wonder if he ever feels it" Drapp hadn't resumed writing, his eyes portrayed to the scenery. People of all size and shape, intrisintly bound by the same land.

The calpin and pen both return to the folds of his white suit, instead, leaving his hands free "I am not at all surprised that he isinvested in a foreign material. Or whatever this Demon energy is".