Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190203074322

"Nothing that would bring awe to one like you..." Prad pulls out his dagger and fixes it, makes it the focus of his view, assuming he could see it, considering the shroud hindering any attempt at humanizing him with a glance at an expression.

"I simply carry things from place to place, from the most mundane of mirrors to a holy sword. My travels have brought me here under blurry details and I've embarked on the journey to rescue another from the parallel world along side the man of metal, the dragonite and the one who claims ownership of this place".