Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-27550231-20190201043825

It took him a moment to understand what was occurring and another to think of a plan. Though he wa not sure if what he saw was true or no he would act as if it was and hopefully Prad would hear him.

The knight looked down and away as if ashamed only to face this new development head on. Letting go of his mace Jorge reached for his helmet and removed it revealing to the world the amused smirk beneath.

"Prad does not need armor to hide his body from the world. He needs to first accept himself for who he is. He needs to find out what he is lacking in and work on it or find other ways to compensate not hide behind magical metal in hopes of no one discovering his flaws."

"He needs to work his way to full plate and hone his skills instead of putting it on and getting blindsided due to his fields of view. Or worse exhausting himself and leaving himself worthless for the entire battle."

Jorge placed a hand on Prad's shoulder and gripped him tightly to keep him from fleeing should the thought arise.

"He does not need me or anyone mollycoddle him or give into his demands because he feels inadequate. He needs tough love. He needs discipline and a reason to continue on."

"Prad. I gave you the means to fight back not long after meeting you. I have reason to believe that you have yet to use it. Well here is your chance... earn your armor."

Without warning The Warden threw Prad across the floor sendig him skidding over the ceramic tile.

"Get up Prad! If you cannot stand up in armor you are well and truly dead!"