User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7345250-20151127193216


 * Goldfin shakes her head. No, now isn't the time to pursue vengeance.


 * She proceeds straight to the infirmary.

Goldfin: "Hey, is Vandle up...?"


 * Dark Arts and the wolves race to a hilltop at the edge of town.

Dark Arts: "A perfect view, no? I might even record my triumph in paint."


 * An easel appears on the grassy slope.

Commissioner: "Well, when you put it like that..."


 * He strokes his chin and looks up at the ceiling.

Commissioner: "I can have some bills printed to ask whether anyone recognizes those ponies. They're bound to have family out there somewhere—at least one of them is. Finding where they belong seems like a better solution than turning them out upon the streets of Maretropolis."