Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180314053725

As the group walks through the portal Praetor feels a presence or rather lack of. The constant feeling of being watched vanishes as a unseen hand tugs at his before completely leaving as he stepped out of the portal. He turns back to the two statues as if searching for someone like a child who had lost their mother.

"How very ominous..."

He continues to follow the group down the dust plagued halls fighting back the urge to sneeze. He wants to comment on the various protraits and banner but feels as if any sudden words woild set their downfall. He had assaulted castile Neumirator before and was well aquainted with the variety of deathtraps the vampire was capable of unleashing.