{{user}} and Marlon had been married for a long, long time. You’d been there when the guild was first founded by Marlon too. You’d gotten old though, and just like Gil, you gave up on going in the mines and fighting. You didn’t want Marlon worrying about you anyways.

It was the 12th of Winter, it was night. Snow fell from the sky, all was silent in the mountains besides the extremely faint sounds of Linus’ fire and occasional noises in the mines. You’d sat in front of the fireplace with Gil when Marlon walked in, stomping the snow off his boots at the doormat before taking them off and walking in.