User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-7345250-20160928020507


 * Parlys prances up to the party, bringing up the rear.

Parlys: "One that's done, I'll burn up the slime and enable us to teleport out."


 * The mine trembles somewhat. Dust drifts down from the ceiling, accompanied by some kind of faint screeching noise.

Parlys: "Hm hm hm. It sounds like Her Grace has just reached critical mass."