User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-24422626-20150630065023


 * Up ahead, nestled under a wall of imposing black cliffs, is a cluster of dilapidated brick buildings, as well as some creaky wooden docks just off the shoreline. The smell of rotting fishing nets becomes apparent as Kick steers the boat closer, silences the engine, and ties up at the nearest dock by the dim light of Goldfin's horn.*

Kick: Sigh... Okay, Goldfin, keep that hood on. Berhertz was clear about this place and about those... things hanging around here, but other than that, I don't know what to expect.

* Kick lights a small lantern and hops onto the dock.*

...By the way, if you ever want to talk about things again later, I'll always be listening.