Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20180824062111/@comment-5385060-20181020165843

"I could cook!" Carol announced, enthusiastically clapping hands together. "These people need food. A full belly will make their situation a little better for them. Not a huge amount of course. Removing the worry for food from their minds is a start." Carol raised her balled up fist to her mouth as she thought for a few moments. "I might know a place for shelter, but I would have to call in a few favors. I do have some duplicates for Grotesque Orc and Crack the Lethal..." She then proceeded to mutter things that meant nothing to anyone other than a hardcore G&G gamer, that she might have to offer. Lost in her own thoughts, she momentarily forgot Gregory was even there.

Someone on the next table just happened to cough. The sound snapped Carol from her thoughts, in the same way as if someone were to snap their fingers in her face to get her attention. "Yes! I can offer assistance. I can make the first donation to the cause..." Carol reached for her backpack, retrieved a small wallet. She removed fifty dollars. "I won this from the G&G tournament last weekend. I died in the last tomb. Had I survived I would have won a hundred..." At the last part, she sounded a tad bitter. The glance she aimed at Fatty at another table implied he played a part in her character's premature demise. "Maybe this money could buy some groceries I can cook with."