User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-7345250-20150707011909


 * Golden scratches her head.

Er... Necro-what?

Stallion: "You giving me the eye?"

Parlys: "Well, I'm not giving you the boot, you-"


 * Parlys freezes. He detects something rancid in the air. He turns and surveys the saloon.


 * A rowboat holding a single pony passes the island at a distance.