User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2016/@comment-7345250-20160826214646

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Goldfin: "No, I didn't. The Roost was closed, but the door was unlocked, so I searched inside. Long story short: somepony locked me down in the cellar."

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Gretchen: "Eh? What's up with that? The Mane-iacs should be watching the place."

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Goldfin: "Wait, what?!"

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Gretchen: "They showed up right before ya called about that Ghost bozo. Said I should take some time to relax and hooked me up with a day at the spa. I couldn't just say no to such a present, so..."


 * Elsewhere in Maretropolis, she starts purring. Her masseur is kneading muscles she didn't even know she had.


 * Back at the Roost, Jane Neighpier straightens her rubber beak and awaits an answer. While Goldfin's gang was chasing Ghost in Manehattan, she raced the assasin here and won.