User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-9204260-20150125205241

Shaitan was on the Trademeet Harbor as he was stopped by Munin. "It is hardly your business."

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Soon after Shaitan left the room, the javelins embedded in the guards and Folderol disappated in a black cloud. The wounds quickly disappeared, the guards' armor suddenly unpierced. The ripped-off piece of Folderol's robe still lay on the ground, but was no longer bloodied- nor was there a drop of blood about.

"What... trickery hast transpired?" one of the guards said after rising to his hooves.

"An individual named Shaitan hast stolen the amulet! Alert the others!" Folderol replied, and with that, one of the guards dashed off.

Folderol walked over to the torn-off piece of the robe and picked it up. "And so ours clashing renews..."