User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-26238653-20151021191317

Goldenheart draws an arrow from her quiver and nocks it on the bowstring. She coughs up dust and waits for something to emerge from the cloud.

Raphael: "Bring it forward then."

Famine: "She can't fight it forever...She'll give in eventually."