User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-7562999-20160426125948

Goldenheart sighs and closes a book she was reading and sets it on one of two towering piles already saerched print. She shakes her head in frustration. "Not one, not one single book detailing a pony made of mist! I though books were supposed to hold all the answer!"

In frustration she knocks over one of the piles, causing books to rain down to the floor, pages fluttering. She just sets her head down on the table. "What was he talking about? What...cracks?"

She closes her eyes, and begins to doze off.

Strongheart sits on the bed of his inn. He seems lost in thought. Gazing up at nothing. He closes his eyes for a second, and then opens them again. "I can't..."

He lays down on the bed and turns off the light. He falls asleep.