User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-24422626-20170410162710


 * Glaive nods, sets his jaw, and heads into the nightclub. This is where he would hide if he was the one running—lots of crowd to blend in with, plus some nasty sensory distraction for the pursuer.*

Glaive:  But you can't hide...

* ''Honor nods. The trio heads toward Foal Mountain—as they begin to climb the path, the sun begins to set. It's good Strongheart brought some lanterns.''*

Nettledew: Something to break the stress for a bit. How often does this happen, if I may ask?