Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150719233658/@comment-24696651-20150723004239

Falcus kicked the door down, walking in to see if his wife and daughter were OK. His wife jumped out of bed. His daughter, however,  was still.

"What the hell are you doing here?" his wife, Lucilla, shrieked.

"There's a war in the streets," he replied gruffly. "How is she?"

"Still ill," she lamented. "The potions are helping, but she's still very weak."

Falcus handed Lucilla, four of his gold ingots. He needed the fifth as spending money.

"Use this to buy some more," he said. "I need to figure out what's going on, but make sure she reads this."

He handed his wife a letter, before leaving, closing the battered door and seeing what was going on with that man who wanted to see him for some reason.