Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141115020857/@comment-5543592-20141116202253

Darach had made his way over to the two girls, now strapped into his armor.

"Yeah, my mom's a badass.  It's no big deal." He suddenly remembered something his father had told him a while ago. It was an odd memory, but a good one.

''He and his father had been sparing with wooden swords. He'd been letting Darach win, which Darach was sure of now.  He was young, maybe 7 or 8. Darach had wanted to stop but his father had protested.''

The older Emrey had said, "Don't you want to be good?  You know, impress your friends?"

Darach gave Lee a inquisitive look, "What about your friends, dad?"

''Lee shrugged. He sat down on a rock and wiped his brown.  "I don't really have any friends.  Life get's in the way, buddy."''

''There was a pause. "I didn't say wife gets in the way, did I?  Because, you know, I do that sometimes."''

''Darach shook his head. "No, your good."''

 He smiled at the memory. "Anyway, I don't suppose you guys feel all that ready to go into there.  It's kind of scary looking."

Right as he said that, a little Dwarven spider can stampeeding out, charging for no one in particular.