Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20181123223414

(Jester) “Very well.” Armata rises out of his seat and makes his way to the door. His body shrouded in a crimson cloak turns to face Prad. His face is expressionless.

“You know.... I would not have blamed for declining. To have faced such an enemy and survived a small encounter, is enough to earn a pass for anyone. To stand up after what we’ve seen, there great strength and honor buried within your skin.” Armata’s voice manages to sound magnanimous.

“I’ve many great warriors in my time, but so few of them would dare face Pramool, let alone a second time.... Keep that in mind, Prad.” Armata turns and exits the room. He does not turn back a second time but instead speaks as he walks away.

“You’re permitted to stay as long as you desire, the vast majority of the Castle wings shall be available to you during your stay.” Armata’s voice fades out of ear sight. But Prad heard enough to know he was now a welcome guest at the Covenant castle.