Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180405022605

"10 millennia? That's an incredibly long span even for a human like you and I. Unfortunately, your estimation is slightly off. Add twenty more millennia and then you get the scope of what I've seen..."

Prad passes his fingers across the stone walls of the establishment, watching as the pourous dust continues to fall under his nails. Hearing his other statement, his expression remains the same.

"You wound me, old servant of the abstract entity known as Order. You are not a normal individual yourself, nor would you classify as a abnormal human being. Like me, you are separate from the rest, having seen things they didn't and feel thing they have yet to sense. You are...an anomaly, like me...an anomaly among anomalies..."

Prad observes Praetor judging the old pieces of art, a faint sense of relief briefly washed over his eyes "...a relief to one such as me. A candle among the darkness that are those creatures we used to fight..."