User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20150220053843

Thresher: A little help would be appreciated.

* ''Unlike Gretchen's bar, this tavern's crowd doesn't melt away as night overtakes the city. Glaive wades through a sea of shady folk lounging around tables until he reaches the bar. The barkeep strides over to the hooded Pegasus, and the two exchange brief, knowing nods. A glass of water is set in front of Glaive, and he sips it quietly.''*

Barkeep: Well, if it isn't Cheshire... I knew we'd still see some more of you here after you left for Maretropolis.

Glaive: I try not to go by that name anymore...

Barkeep: You'll take it to the grave. But you're known as "Glaive" over there, hm? We still have an eye on you, Bloodwing.

Glaive: Of course you do... Where are they?

Barkeep: Down the back hall. Last door on the left.

Glaive: Thanks.

* He finishes his water and makes his way in that direction.*