Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181120050040

Prad watches as she departs, the encroaching miasma of the fold breached open once again. The man in the wall is here, in a dim presence, however, yet perplexed by his own vision. Not so much as a banishment, but a retaliation of some sort. A whithering set of colors, light, reaching for his corrosive presence. Burned at the touch, yet so strange. A shame it had died out so soon.

Prad looks at the darkest corner of the room where he sits, now returning his look "You feel it, don't you? That peskering string poking at the edge of your mind. You know how dangerous this thread the dice has cast upon you. That sting is warning you, my poor little lamb..."

"...I know..." Prad speaks back, looking at the door. A sense of regret washes on his face, though he knows not why. He feels as if Roda may come into harm should she push further. All coming from the man in the wall, fegning interest. The blur makes a stringent screech in the folds of his mind, yet another painful warning to him.

"Please...they have nothing to do with this...I didn't feel the malice from her of all people..."

"And yet, your mind screams against further act, did it not? 'Tis but yet snare laid bare. If she springs it, then"

He lets the words elude him, his mind blotting him from hearing. Yet his heart feels dread at what prospect he has, should this continue further. An act disguised as protection? Or was it? He could not say for certain...