User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2016/@comment-7345250-20160828183446


 * Goldfin does not answer Star-Lord, for she is busy slamming past the cellar door and swiping her trident down at the first griffon in sight. Only then does she notice the expanding cloud of greenish gas.


 * Mid-Nite remains prone behind the bar, so he is not exactly an easy target. Jane is not one to relent though. She dives over the counter, hairbrush aimed at One's crown.


 * The first two Mane-iac goons are easily incapacitated by the two-pronged assault, but the third throws a sloppy kick at Pixnit as she passes.


 * The answer is delayed, but someone responds nonetheless.

Secretary: "Good evening. You've reached the Eastern Friendship Express. How may I help you?"