Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191020115318/@comment-30014014-20191023002013

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Drapp flips another page, ready to go on. Only, he now was at a loss for the new people he drew about. Scribbles without a name or information "This is curious, but, they look not the type to to be open to speech".

His whisper come leads his step, looking to approach Forjod. He pokes himsoftly by the shoulder once, with as little force as he could, enough that this poke could be mistaken for wind, a whisper low enough that they can't hear him "Do excuse me. I do suppose you know of these people. Your parents seem to be knowledgable of the new arrival and I wish to depict scriptures of them".