Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180407013400

Estimating his distance to be far enough, Prad stops, turning his eye to the decay of this place. The battle certainly has further the entropy what with the remains of the creatures. He sees a piece of rubble large enough to act as a place to sit, where he rests. He puts Threnody on a diagonal rest over his shoulder like a guard taking time off from his duty.

The young man sweeps his hand around the general area, collecting a very few specs of dust, bright like embers. He looks at them, his eye casting sympathy upon them "Another kill ground of my people, abandoned with no burial to their names. Know that I hear your laments..."

His gaze turns back to the man he spoke with, growing less sympathic as they fall upon Tirush, her form twisted into a jagged horror behind his eyes. His face turns away, looking as if more dust was idly wandering.