User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-24422626-20181122180803


 * Glaive dons his cloak again and swallows his apprehension, turning toward the apparently seething Inari.*

Glaive: "Er... Inari, should we move? Our bull has flown."

Butler: "That they are, Miss Sylvia; Captain Orbit's rescue mission to Trotsylvania was a success, thank Faust. Now, if I were you, I would eat up; there is plenty to see in the city today if you're planning an outing."

* ''Though it's as if time has frozen around Polter, the diverse smells of his surroundings still waft around him. By the scent of it, the open café in front of him is serving fresh syrupy hotcakes to the morning crowd.''

* Nothing much calls for intervening, save perhaps for the steaming coffee on its way down from a patio table with the help of a careless fetlock.*