User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-24422626-20150427033249

Discord: ...Well? Have we a plan yet?

* ''For the next few minutes, Glaive and Kick help Shimmerspark to settle in; the filly is still teary-eyed over the thought that she's being granted a bed for herself, let alone a room. Nycto hops in with a bowl of soup miraculously balanced atop his head, and he offers it to Shimmerspark, who accepts it gratefully. Soon the unicorn is fed and snoozing on Glaive's bed as her new guardians converse quietly by the door.''*

Kick: You're such a softie, Bloodwing.

Glaive: ...Heh... Maybe. I don't know anymore. Why I bothered, it's just... still confusing to me.

Kick: I understand.

Glaive: ...Thanks for taking her in. And putting up with me...

Kick: We'll keep in touch. Shimmy will be fine with us.

Glaive: I'm sure she will be. Now, I need to go.

Kick: Bye, Glaive. Stay frosty out there.

* ''Glaive embraces Kick once more and heads out of the tavern. He addresses the "drunken" Wraithesnick briefly.''*

Glaive: If Lucid and Vega aren't back by tomorrow... let me know.

* Wraithesnick nods under his hood as Glaive pulls out his communicator.*

[click]

Glaive: "Butler, a beam-back would be appreciated."

Butler: "Of course, sir."

* Within a few seconds, Glaive is standing in the teleporter room."