User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-5837525-20150730022751

(Popping one eye open after clenching them closed, Orbit regards the box inside his magic barrier. He was practically glued to the wall behind him.)

Orbit: ...It's... not a bomb?

Blackthorn: Hmph. I won't elect to try and understand how changelings think. They've been nothing but a burden. Dismantled or not, the detector is yours. If there is nothing else, I would like to be alone now. I mustn't be distracted while overseeing the Thicket throne in King Aspen's absence.

Mareoni: ...

(Mareoni taps a hoof on the ground twice, and one of his own goons steps up to accept the grunt's message in his stead.)

Mareoni: What kind of message?