User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-27161581-20171022035422

''The thug drops his knife when clobbered on the jaw, and it clatters to the pavement. The thug stumbles back, disoriented.''

Inari stares into her cocoa, deep in thought.

Inari: "Regarding you, yes, as well as the eldest Princesses. Are we to be at their beck and call, assisting them so that they would value us? Or is that our own fault, offering desperately in hopes of obtaining what we cannot?"