Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-8397818-20170912222235

Ceras kept his eyes on Karliel. Arms folded.

He did not envy Karliel. He was satisfied that his sanity was intact, something that he could not say for the other warriors of the warband. He looked forward to the results of this procedure.

The black clad marine thought low of the militant mortal. He wasn't sure what kind of foolishnes that was. Their mission was an obvious failure, and yet Soin was courageous or ignorant enough to ask for a reward. "As if the convicted could ask of the executioner to set him free." - Ceras thought.

Ceras witnessed Karliel's suffering. He stood motionlessly. Then Ceras noticed that Karliel's gaze fell on him. The renegade wondered as his face could show no sign of emotions. His helmet was still on him.

Then the renegade's secret came from Karliel's mouth. Ceras was surprised, yet made no movement. He did not desire to betray his intentions. If he could not fight his way out, then he would find another path to tred. Thus he always emerged triumphed, regardless of the odds.