User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-7345250-20160412203143

Golden Age: "You've always been full of 'em."


 * The Mare Do Well accepts the foul salts into her hoof. She points her nose away from them, holds her breath, and then lowers the salts to the general's snout.


 * A moment passes.

Yak General: "...Grrrah! What smell so bad?!"