Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180320141514

"Definitely the scariest..." the young man whisper, still tracing his finger on the group. His eyes, briefly drowned in terror by her words, were still in a pondering. Indeed, he is still searching for the right combination of words to present to the one they call Acheron, seeking to avoid any and all tenet of defiance.

Hearing the man in armor speaking to him about nearing the group, the young man willfully ignore, his self-preservation instincts voting against wandering closer to the band of 'scary people' he sees. "He's jut saying that because he's not a walking lunch..." he mumbles.