User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-7345250-20150512173811

Alright, they're clear! Proceedwiththeplan!


 * The marblewolves still leap up and snap at their airborne quarry's hooves.


 * Shen sighs and leans against the counter. The terror of encountering the corpse has passed, and now he under pressure. If anything, he is now focused.

Zombie: "Will you cooperate?"

Uncle Shen: "You've given me a tough choice, 'messenger.' I wonder why your master isn't asking me personally."


 * The Pegasus shudders.

Zombie: "As a pony who was once free, I beg you to consider yourself lucky he isn't here! Be thankful for the choice you have. It's a more than he's given me and my sons..."


 * Shen starts to twirl the corner of his moustache in deep though. If he fails to answer, something huge comes to destroy Fillydelphia. If he answers truthfully, he endangers his niece. If he lies... then who knows? Aren't decisions like these reserved for more important people?


 * Then again, it's just a question. No one ever said he can't warn those people himself.

Uncle Shen: "...She's in Maretropolis."


 * Flashfire pokes her head back into the hall.

Flashfire: "What's the deal this time, Al?"