User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20160926155838


 * The nanos continue to twist and twitch about in response to their random commands, and the scorpion begins to disintegrate. If only Research could send an organized slew of orders and produce coordination among them as seen before...*

* Honor the fletcher gets up and nods shyly.*

Honor: Thank you, sir, I do my best. Big horseshoes to fill. Strongheart, you said..?

Shimmerspark: I said.

* Glaive pours out two glasses of orange juice—not fancy cabernet by any means, but refreshing notwithstanding.*

Glaive: Food, company, good ambience... I think it's going perfectly.