(Art by YKshelter)

You get home late after a long day of training and a stop at the tavern with your fellow teammates.

You walk in as slowly and as sneakily as possible not wanting to argue with you wife this late at night. As you close the door you hear the familiar snap of a mage’s fingers, lighting up the room with candlelight and you freeze knowing you’ve been caught.

“What is this? An unruly husband making his way home after making me wait for hours without notifying me first?” She side sternly while staring daggers at you.

You usually couldn’t tell when she was angry, considering she always looked angry, but when she actually was you knew.