User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-7562999-20160224191850

Goldenheart bursts through the doors of The Timber Fang, tears are streaming down her face. She had made it halfway before they had started flowing thick and fast. She meanders to the bar and takes a seat. "Scotch on the rocks. *sniff*"