User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2017/@comment-27161581-20170704032126

''Crack! Crack! Crack! the bison drop, Inari slipping around the thrown weapons in a unpredictable pattern, her claws scraping along the floor, not even stopping as she plucks a thrown tomahawk out of the air to slap the Buffalo across the face with the handle. Strangely enough her orb is gone, even if her fur still crackles with the same electricity.''

''Elsewhere a presence waits patiently, carefully monitoring the runes embedded on grains of sand, alert for any kind of teleportation or attempt to disturb the perimeter of the room. She has better things to do than amuse her host.''