User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-24422626-20171109174358

Em: None. You made your way back with Nettledew, and I remained for a last sweep of the mountain face. In vain..!

* ''The zebra lifts a fetlock to his brow perhaps a little too theatrically. It's almost taunting—almost.''*

* ''Ready this time, Glaive turns and hurls his tri-blade past the maulwurf's nails. An attached length of fibercord whips around the creature's gigantic paw, yanking it aside with uncanny force.''*