Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181226201418

Considering everything that transpired, Prad does remember the fact that he had given him the freedom to observe pieces of the domain. A measure of trust, one sufficent to disarm the sense of panic, though the young man still harbor a hair of cautious.

One that further cuts away as he spots the chair. A chair of luxury, one he didn't expect to gaze upon "Woah! What manner of chair is this? It looks custom-made. Like one some nobles spend a treasure chest worth just to showcase it to the others. They would kill anyone even thinking of touching, let alone sitting on one".

His fright is replaced with a sense of wonder as he touches the cushion "And you want me to sit on it?" His fingers pass on the arm rests "Feels like some artisan insisted on individually making these".

Prad slowly sits on the chair and takes a deep breath, indicated by his extended shroud, his hands on the lion heads "Really feels like a stubborn man decided to make these by hand, by himself...it is worth it".

He turns to Armata, comfortably slumped on the chair "You said you wished to speak to me...without his influence?"