User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-24422626-20160120012134


 * Glaive briefly slips back behind the stairwell door. He mutters a few lines to himself, recalling the martial artist's ungenerous sample of speech.

* ''...There it is. Stepping out, he addresses the rooftop ponies in a near-perfect yet natural impression of the injured mercenary's voice and accent. As much as he himself heard of it, anyway.''*

Glaive: The hay is this, a party?