User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-24422626-20160330211837


 * Glaive sits against the wall and watches the depths of the cave, not yet hungry either. He reaches into another pocket of his cloak and produces a small silver can.*

Glaive: And if anypony needs a hoof warmer or a sip of O2, I've got you covered.