Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181128165147

"I see..." Prad ponders about the city. He never really knew about the fact that they had a city of their own "I didn't know you had a city to go in the beginning. It must be re-assuring to have guards patrolling around".

A shiver permeates prad's back, the presence of the man in the wall unmistakable to him. His gaze turned to the werewolf and her declaration "A city full of grooming cattle such as you. Do you assume they make their sentries known out of the charity in their hearts? Remember, lamb. These are ancients rottin corpses walking among the living, purtid and without. They feast on but one. Singular. Thing..."

Prad's outlook, once more, becomes blurry between Roda and the man in the wall's word. Was she saying everything? He does not know, even with the voice unfiltered in sincerity. The man in the wall had witnessed the creatures in their primal manifestations. Eons of knowledge behind his primeval mind. He continues "This dog speaks of protection against ransoms? But we both know they give no value to the humans living in their cages, do we? After all, what worth is a simple, un-educated, weak-mind and frail samian to their flawless beings? Nourishment. An absent cattle is one that feed them not, lamb. And these things will not be denied their...snacks..."