Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20171103235816/@comment-26120744-20171104044025

Prak growls, just once, and yet Brett can in some way feel a message being sent. Less a speaking and more just a instinct.

An overall sense of gratitude over the 'fun' Prak has had in the past tormenting Brett. And a vague admittance of owing something in return. Like, say, the ability to brand Uruks and have some fun of your own.

Prak would vanish, as would the storm, leaving Brett just standing there, unharmed as if nothing happened.