User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-5837525-20150504021326

(Blackthorn takes a few steps away from the group. He takes a deep breath and...)

Blackthorn: ROOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRRRR!!!

(The castle is slightly shaken.)

Blackthorn: ...

(In the distance, something else roars in reply.)

Blackthorn: ...That's another friend of mine. He's an ursa minor. I'll ask him to dig you a grave, Ironworks.

(Entering the kitchen, Killer Hock picks up the coffee pot... and downs every ounce of its contents.)

Killer Hock: *belch*