Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181130062101

The image is gone, yet it remains etched in his mind. A good portion of his borrowed power has returned, a mild net of safety, to him at least.

"I-I've got to see the halls" he stutters, washing out the room. His clothing clings to him, as does the gray man...at a distance. Silence dictates his act for now, content with seeing what Prad intents on doing.

As he did before, as he will soon, as he does this instant, the young man makes a pace of caution, silence and veil directing his steps. He seeks the halls where the people were supposedly to have breakfast. A mind to make, a side to soothe, he goes, taking the least used of paths.