Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181124030738

"This place welcomes me?" utters Prad, turning back to the window.

"Looks more lik they've softened you up. To use you as they wish..." the gray man's words sours what should have been a relief among his chaotic tide in his mind. He now knew not what to make of Armata's words. This bleak set had Prad returned to his cautionary state.

In accordance with it, bearing the right to wander about, Prad takes his cloak, setting to walk a bit. Being stranded in the room left little to the imagination. Sliently, he walks out the door.