Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181124161939

"Crafted?" looks on the young man, his eyes turning all around. Many bits coming from the lord himself? Many would think of giving an unsavory task to subordinates.

"Hum...with all the respect, sir? I have to wonder why would you task yourself with hobbies considered menial for high ranking individuals", he softy says, his pitch as low as possible. Clearly an attempt to avoid offending the undead.

The man in the wall could see why one would commit as a weaponry artisan, obviously twisted in the fact that a vampire is involved. His voice, stranded in a plane forgotten to all but he and Prad, ballades in a malign dance "Yes, why would a derelict individual take the arms for weapon forgery? A sense of self-worth? But this one already has its rotten grasp on a legion of slave and sacrificial lambs. Its kin would kill ten time over for the priviledge of leading its meat puppets for a span of for minutes".

"Maybe..." Prad's muffled voice whispers, once again cast in doubt. This one, not intended to be heard, easily making its way to the gray man.