User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-5837525-20150519190207

Decibelle: Do we know which prisoners escaped? I... came out here so quickly that I'd forgotten to get the details.

Blackthorn: I see. Thank you.

(Taking his leave of the physician, Blackthorn makes his way toward the throne room.)

Blackthorn: (That creature's presence in the city gnaws at me... What could his Majesty be thinking keeping it within hoof's reach...?)

Star-Lord: Whoa!

(As Star-Lord is thrown rearward by the Dragon's unexpected lunge, Gamora seizes the opportunity to thrust her sword into the monster's bony hide.)

Gamora: Vile monstrosity!

(Stepping out of the vehicle, Phetlock looks up at the large complex.)

Phetlock: Well... I suppose this hovel will serve adequately. Anything is better than my dank Balkham cell.

Shadowmane: Like you're in any position to complain.

(High Heel and Killer Hock follow shortly thereafter.)