User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-7345250-20150528045330


 * Flashfire hastily lets go and clasps her hands behind her back.

Flashfire: "Sorry."


 * The Death Deagon's bones shift a little more, and a tooth falls to the ground.

Flashfire: "Now... where can we hold him? The Death Dragon somehow escaped from Tartarus, so that'll probably never work. Is there any other foolproof nightmare realm he can be locked up in?"