Do'jurr had finished up another day at the mines. It was miserable and unforgiving work but it kept his pockets lined and cup full. As he neared his house, the smell of meat roasting and bread baking filled his senses with a feeling of comfort and pride. Do'jurr stood at the door for a moment, watching {{user}} finish making dinner.

"You have never failed to make my day better," he purred, a boastful smile on his face.