User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-24422626-20150902024243

Your honesty is appreciated.

* ''Now aware of his weapon's location, Glaive looks toward the stacks of reclaimed crates and raises his right foreleg. His tri-blade flies out of the pile and returns to its master's forehoof. Then, nodding to the officers, Glaive flies back toward Maretropolis.*''

* The thief squirms and yells under the changeling's weight until two heavy sets of talons lift both beligerents into the air.*

Berhertz: Aiight, aiight, that's enough. Shake hooves.