User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20150220044833


 * Thresher scratches his nose. Any day now...*

* ''Meanwhile, Glaive finishes re-readying himself at HQ. He trots into the teleporter room and beams himself down. A few seconds later, he's flying through freezing rain over Trotham city. Glaive adjusts his midnight purple cloak against the wind and flies until he reaches a darkened apartment condo on the west side. He breathes deeply and knocks on the door...''*