Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180317060735

Prad's gaze lowers as he hears the man speak for a brief moment. About his loneliness. His only ally, perhaps gone forever. Prad had forgotten how easily an undead's pride could chip under a backlash from a species they thought of no more than a seed to sow and reap. It's no good when your meal talk back in a snide manner.

If they want his silence as much, then Prad will comply, perhaps even play along...he contemplats this idea of going the full mile for then and their petty egos. To gaze at them from a position where he wouldn't talk back...