User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-24422626-20150922221329


 * As Strongheart is finishing his sentence—did Glaive just nod to the barkeep?—a small glass of gin and vodka is set next to his mocktail. Glaive leans against the counter.*

There you go, Strongheart. You could drown all your problems at the bottom of that glass...

Butler: ...Bad, sir, just bad.