Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160927005650/@comment-26517142-20161012081101

Jeiel shudders slightly, knowing that the Zombie Dragon had pointed her bony fingers at him. As curtly as he could, he makes a staunch bow, one knee on the ground while his head was lowered.

The Paths stays silent.

"I merely tread these wastes as a request of the Dark Lord, your Eminence. I am but a human whose wives are sought for something that belongs to them. And as it is, I am here under grave circumstances.

There are things in the past I wish to see. Things I wish to recover as they have pained not me, but those who have connected their lives to my thread of fate. If there is a chance to redo it all, I wish to know. I wish to understand. And the consequences... I will shoulder whatever the cost may be."

The Paths stare at me wide-eyed.

"What did he just...?"

Among them, only Ozma and Sebyl understood - and there was bewilderment in their faces.

"Does that answer you, Mistress Aidlis? Or do you require proof ?"