Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180330221733

Prad's continued stalk brings no end of dead littered along. His frame huddled against the darkness, he twitches and snaps, seeking out anything out of the ordinary...well, more so out of the ordinary.

Alas, his overly cautious pace means a slower walk, in this pungent air of decay. A thing he got used to in spite of himself. Slowly, he continues to walk, possibly towards a door...