Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180531023700

As he is dropped off Praetor shambles towards the group his arms hanging limply to his sides. His feet land heavily, every step filled with half effort and carelessness. He shambled past Prad lazily waving at him as he passed. After stopping to pick up a large patch of moss he continued to the tree Tirush had claimes as her perch and prepared his bed for the night. Normally he would interject and confirm Tirush's words but he had neither the strength or cared to. Her words and emotion were moving enough to convince him then why not the vampire?

"It has been too long since I've been this exhausted. Once we are done with this I'm laying down this sword and retiring from saving princess." He mumbled quietly, giving him some other reason to see his task through.

Praetor reaches for his helmet but ends up leaving it where it was. He'd rather not subject his companions to his appearance nor himself to the enviroment.