User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-24422626-20150310223131

Barkeep: Chuckle... Think what you like.

* Still grinning to himself, the barkeeper takes Strongheart's empty plate.*

Anything else ya want?

* ''Glaive releases the cord as he plummets down and flaps his wings to land lightly on the roof. Pulling out his vial of sleep drug, he quickly coats the blades of his weapon before raising it defensively.''*

Glaive: I already told you I can't do that. Why don't you just come quietly? Stand down and I will too. Nobody has to get hurt.

* Nycto lands, hops up to a Draynian border guard, and squawks questioningly, pointing at the gate with one of his wings.*