Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190204052607

"I can imagine..." Prad speaks these words in a melancholic empathy, his shrouded eyes watching the shapes dancing about. Two dark, drifting int he bowels of this place as derelicts.

The third one, prancing about around Marcus, ever more curious "A beast that curses its own senses? How peculiar. Monsters are not known for regretting the tools with which they butcher the likes of us. Yet this one feigns lament at its own powers. I think it curses its senses too dull to fully peer beyind the gaps..."