User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-7345250-20160118204526


 * Goldfin reflexively scrunches up her muzzle.

Goldfin: "Hey!... Well, maybe you have a point."

Mare Do Well: "Bearded, mane parted down the middle... I only saw him myself for a moment. Phantomenia knows him better."


 * The three evildoers grit their teeth and slowly start to rise. They exchange glances.


 * All of a sudden, each of them takes a smoke pellet out of his vest and throws it at the pavement. A thick fog consumes the whole street corner.