User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-24422626-20170227203529


 * Glaive frowns. He nestles his chin behind his collar and moves in a little closer, pricking his ears while looking the other way.*

* ''A moment of silence passes at HQ's doorstep. Then there comes a soft hydraulic hiss from the frame, and the familiar snicking clicks of the lock mechanism disengaging.''

* ''The Butler regards Inari and her companion with a polite bow. He smells of fresh-baked blueberry scones, even to a nose less keen than the kitsune's.''*

Butler: Madams. Welcome back.

Nettledew: I have no qualms with you staying as long as you need at the shop, Strongheart.