Flames

Plotline: Main

Type: Social

<Husband, there are people coming to burn you alive.> Madonna sent.

<I know, I'm watching from two rooftops away.> I replied. <And hey, nice range!>

<Does your System not have a family group, marriage channel, something like that?>

<Not that I see by those names. Oh, here it is, you are on the Hellion Wife channel.>

<That's so sweet! And. Now you have no reason not to comm me. Daily.>

<Daily? >

<Your wife commands it!> she sent in Imperial Daurian.

<And you'll keep Kismet informed? Or should I pass near the gate on a daily basis.>

<Don't be a troll. Fine... I'll talk to Kismet when I see her rather than you caught and skinned.>

<How wasteful! They're lighting the building on fire rather than... got to go.>

<Why? >

<People on the rooftops, got to go.>