Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150328222815/@comment-3293219-20150329142442

"Heh... My Husband used to shred clothes for me every day, then walk in, looking like a puppy that'd been kicked, holding his split pants in his hands." The Breton muttered, still concentrating on her needle work, smirking a little as she did so.

"Is... Your wife back home?" She asked, not wanting to assume the worst but noting that he spoke of her in the past tense.