User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20161011031650


 * Vega trudges toward Levi's dropped blade.*

* ''Glaive's coat bristles slightly at the touch. He nods, affording the changelings a final glance before he follows Inari once more.''*

* The dried blood easily drains away, and Honor offers a towel.*

Honor: It was an honor to come along with you, sir. Perhaps now is the time to report to Nettledew and Lune Lark.