Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181003050401

"Of course". Prad musters a smile, wavering between seconds, uncertainty.

Of course, she never met the one he speaks about. His thoughts divert from her own concerning Armata, but he keeps them are to himself, as his mind is gripped with bigger fishes.

Tempting to discard the haze, he retorts with a much brighter response "It's no wonder this place looks so lively, with people like you around. To be at such ease here, it must bring comfort. Especially since this place pulled itself from a tough spot".

His smile is present, but the though cannot afford a presence, plagued once again. He remembers his time before this one, among loved ones. Being here brings nostalgia to him, as well as melancholy.

"I'm really surprised they accept non-vampires, though. From my experience around the ancient ones, they don't seem all welcoming of outsiders, even in times of need". While it was not as stringen as he had expected, their outputs made a clashing contrast with the active habitation of monsters and mortals, unshackled and unbound.