User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-5837525-20151213222031

Freeheart: Easy, Goldie. No need to force yourself if it hurts.

(With gauze once again at the ready, Freeheart resumes wrapping Golden Age's bruises and welts, making sure to apply antibiotic to the particularly bad ones.)

Freeheart: I can appreciate that emotions have been running high, Strongheart, but the last ponies we should be taking it out on is ourselves. Especially now that we have Goldenheart to deal with... Speaking of which, where's Hawkwing?

Blackthorn: Forward, stags.

(The escort of deer guards take the lead and march down the stairwell single file. Blackthorn reaches into his chestplate and takes out a small tree branch coated in Thicketan glowvine. He follows his soldiers down the steps and braces himself for what he was about to discover.)