Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-30014014-20191119052237

@Everyone

Walking down the halls, the young man finally reaches the room he was once given. An old place, perhaps forgotten. If anything goes, then he should still have the valued sofa the previous ruler had given him.

He remembers its shape. How meticulously crafted it was. He remembers the details of its conception. How it was the high-end of a man seeking to keep his immortal mind occupied.

"Shame I never got to tell him how well it translated...there are too many things I forgot to tell him..." Prad simmers in his own mind, somewhat blind at his surrounding, moving by pure memory.