Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190203234945

Prad moves from the wall, walzting to the center of the room "The audience from yesterday seemed to contradict your words. Let us get this over for everyone to get their 'jolly' form this..."

He pulls, in a swift motion, the dagger from behind him, swinging it once or twice before it returns to its scabbard, his ears, ever bristled in continuous use. The man in the wall stands behind Marcus, hidden as ever to all but Prad "This one speaks in rash and pretend for it to be gateway to honesty. He hides his deception under the allure of bluntness. You are a lamb to him, as he is a plaything to these things he carries with him. One of sand, one of spectral".