User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-27161581-20170927031552

The countess gently tosses her mane, but doesn't make any further advances on Spearmint, her own voice pleasent enough, her lips twist into a wiley smile.

Countess Nindar: "Von vee Lonely Mist? No vampony, vut several of vee younger counts var villing ooh try. Vey fight among vehmselves like vittle birds, chittering van chattering."