User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-24422626-20160409035226


 * Glaive looks on solemnly, pulling his mask and hood down. He turns his eyes upward, perhaps scanning for more trouble, then sits near to where his cable sticks out of the settled snowbank.

* Sticking his tri-blade into the hardening snow, Glaive grimly awaits the Mare Do Well's order.*