Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140623222942/@comment-3293219-20140628231213

The wife scramed, slipping and knocking her cooking pott over, the hot rim of the pot scraped her wrist and sizzled, prompting her to step back and clutch it.

"Wh-What's happening!?" She cried, grasping the burn on her arm.

"Nothing mum, just settle down!" The Son snapped, standing up and approaching.

"Who wants us dead? What's goin-"

"Dad, let me... Look, I'll get Brock his 500 gold by thursday! There's no need for this shit!" He snapped, getting into Valen's face.

"500 gold? Are you completely mad? Why would you borrow 500 gold from... Who the hell is Brock!?"