User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-24422626-20170421020344


 * Glaive presses onward at a brisk but cautious pace. As the tunnels grow markedly predictable, he overturns piles of trash and rubble, and runs his hoof over repeating wall patterns. Something is off here...*

* Nettledew levitates a mirror.*

Nettledew: Here. Look at your eyes. Light your horn.

* Shimmerspark doesn't gasp, but her face grays.*

Shimmerspark: ...He... he did it?