User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-27103443-20151007123514

Thunder bursts through the doors. She looks around and can not see Ironworks. "Where are you, Black Smith? I just want to wring your skinny neck."

SH just snickers.

Goldenheart nocks another arrow, and readies herself for any attackers.

DL: "Whatever...this conversation is pointless. We need to figure out a way to guard Famine."