User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-24422626-20161206052428


 * All surrounded, Glaive glances down at Inari. He sips his milk carefully so as not to drip on her coat or bed.*

Glaive: Indeed... In any case, I presume you will not be in town for long today?

Nettledew: Right downstairs.

* ''Strongheart's host leaves the loft as her aura makes the bed. The timber table downstairs is already set for two, with bowls of steaming oatmeal, a cutting board of assorted breads, and a caraffe of milk. Nettle pulls a chair out for Strongheart and seats herself.''*

Nettle: Well, dig in.