Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190130070451

"Feeding into his delusion, his desperate need to be another? Certainly the least probable of branches to take path to from the decayed man. Is this token borne of altruism, or a need to feed from the worship of a deluded thing he'd call a peon?"

Prad turns to the man, a voice laced in uncertainty. Was it true? Would he really give in and make an armor for him? He wasn't sure, his voice, evident of that "Really? An armor? For me? A second layer for me?...please, do so..."