Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150215004500/@comment-5583506-20150217211242

Wraith reluctantly followed the soldiers. The helmet was aching and was reeking of rusted iron.

The bitch couldn't provide me with some luxury.

Not only was the helmet heavy and uncomfortable, but it also made it hard to see. Wraith could barely see how many other prisoners had been apprehended and brought to this nasty place. But perhaps things wouldn't be too bad? Wraith's sister had payed large sums of gold to the right people in order to make sure that her sibling was well confided with no means of getting out. But she wouldn't let the prisoner die either. That meant that Wraith had to be fed...

''However that is supposed to work with this... this monstrosity on my face? It hurts so much! ''