User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-7345250-20150127202856


 * Golden stands at the entrance of a particularly seedy-looking tavern near the industrial district of Maretropolis. It looks like the right place. She hadn't had any chance to check the address, even though it had been sitting in writing inside one of her photo albums for years.


 * And if it wasn't the right spot, she could just keep looking. She had time.