Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170404021926/@comment-30014014-20170405213455

''Oscar stops hammering on the burning and malleable glass for a moment, this question echoing in his mind. He can't believe it himself. His 'hand,' suspended midair in a moment of doubt.''

''His mind, however, recalls the reason of such crafting. As such, he resumes shaping the recipient. The more he works on it, the more it starts looking like a very shameful shape. Oscar himself shakes his head at every second of work put in this...''