User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-24422626-20160330043720


 * Glaive sits rather near the mouth of the cave. He is neither chilly nor tired yet, and as far as he is concerned, monsters driving one out of a cave are just as undesirable as monsters driving one in. This whole mountain is out to ice or melt his party. His weapon is already in hoof.

* ''That aside, this respite allows him a moment of thought. He glances toward Inari and the Mare Do Well, talking amongst themselves as always. Of course, there is a grim respect for the two. Their presence brings safety—even if the League is doing a good job of looking like rank amateurs so far, and even if the leaders' sense of distance can be equally disconcerting at times.''*