12-29-2014, 05:43 AM
"I think you would have liked them too," Pentheus replied quietly, placing a hand against the swell of his stomach. "They were killed by a few rogue bandits on their way to the marketplace -- wrong place, wrong time. Local officials saw to it that the bandits were killed for their crimes and no bandits dare lurk around these parts any longer, but it was still at the cost of my parents. I was their only child, so this home and most of their belongings simply went to me."
With a small frown, he returned his attention back to the task at hand, beginning to chop up the meat so that he could cook it over his small fireplace. "Anyways," he cleared his throat, "you won't be seeing aggressive Pentheus anytime soon. It takes quite a lot to get me into such a mood, and I'm not up to getting into any sort of quarrel while I'm pregnant."
With a small frown, he returned his attention back to the task at hand, beginning to chop up the meat so that he could cook it over his small fireplace. "Anyways," he cleared his throat, "you won't be seeing aggressive Pentheus anytime soon. It takes quite a lot to get me into such a mood, and I'm not up to getting into any sort of quarrel while I'm pregnant."