User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-7562999-20161006170128

Strongheart readies his blade. "Steady..."

GH: "I, um, sure."

Goldenheart takes the shards back to her room and sets them on her counter. She just looks at them for a good ten minutes. She shakes her head. "I don't know how to fix this...It isn't metal, it isn't mechanical...It's made of bone..."

Goldenheart pulls out spell books and begins to rifle through them.