User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-24422626-20171116053549


 * Nettledew tilts her head and glances at Lune Lark and Em, who both shrug. Klix idly springs out of her hammock and stows the ball-peen hammer she has been twirling.*

Klix: Hey, no bad blood.

Lune Lark: Aye, but there's no need to be embarassed about a wee cut.

* The trio steps outside.*