User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-24422626-20170424001629


 * It's too late to walk the other way. Glaive raises his hood, leaving only his muzzle out of shadow. He conceals his leg behind his long cloak and simply stands by the wall—waiting for the other ponies to catch up, and trusting Goldfin not to blurt out his name.*