User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2017/@comment-24422626-20170720043024

Vega: We could ring Glaive quietly, then, and see what he knows. I imagine he owes you a favor or two.

* He swallows a more biting remark on Goldie's pride.*

* ''Glaive draws his legs close, sheds his cloak, and shoots after PB-47, not about to be shaken so easily. His tri-blade returns to his hoof as he screams past the chaff burst—thank goodness for the visor—and clears the damaged building, intent on getting in closer to the fleeing robot.''*

Glaive: Not if I can help it, scraptrap...