Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190622204207

Beneath the helmet, quivers the breath of a reasonably distressed young man. The individual who saw fit to entomb him in his splendid armor in a token of trust...

...gone, forever.

Prad's galvanized hands lower in this epiphany. Never to see him again. To thank him...truly...thank him for this effort. One of the few to give the boy a second glance, especially such a being as he was.

"So...he's gone? Really gone?" HIs voice dares to ask, making little of his wounds now unmasked to his hidden body.