User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-5837525-20150430011924

Blackthorn: In a way... you're both correct.

(In response to Blackthorn's approach, the throne room doors briefly tremble. Vines retract from the door's frames, and the wood creaks away to behold the sanctum chamber. Blackthorn takes his place next to the throne and bows.)

Blackthorn: Presenting his Majesty... Cervus Regia of Thicket, King Aspen.

(As he stacks glasses behind the bar, the bartender sees Chance approach.)

Barkeep: Well, if it ain't the boss's new chum. Got what you needed?