User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-7345250-20171115044851

Golden Age: "Don't you tell me what not to worry about."


 * The polar maulwurf continues to thrash about, trying to snap its big teeth at Glaive. It would seem it does not understand him. Or it does not care.

Dances in Dust: "What we were doing? We were leaving Yakyakistan peacefully until we were followed by you."


 * Spearmint sweeps a cold, conceited look over the ballroom attire.

Mr. Spearmint: "Charming. These will suit us well."


 * He sets the briefcase down, which has a vaguely saccharine aroma about it.