User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-24422626-20150406041746


 * Alfredo Whinnyworth steps out of the teleporter room, straightens his lapels, and takes a deep breath. Ah, home.

* ''Butler trots toward the kitchen. The two floating drones that follow him sag low to the floor with the weight of all the grocery bags he has bought back to HQ.''*