User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-24422626-20151201033752


 * Glaive hacks a few entangled elderlies free, tucks Strongheart's paintings under his wing, and lifts his communicator with his freed hoof.*

[click]

"Glaive here. I'm by the spa, but I haven't seen Parlys yet."

* After a few minutes of heaving and fleeing, Discord sets the Mare Do Well down by a pecan tree and taps her on the shoulder.*

Whew... Are you alright, lady?