[ lbx :handshake: thancred, hands overflowing with uno cards after "confess to an emotion or draw 25"]

You looked like you'd been dragged through all seven hells and back again for good measure. But I'm not about to be hasty to judge, lest these screens pull up some sordid memory of the time I spent a few moons surviving in the open wilderness. You look like a bouquet of roses, there, by comparison.

[He shrugs, smiling faintly.]

Fifteen years — those children are all grown, then, by now. What became of them?