User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20161026112448


 * The other unicorn, leaning against the idling van, furrows his brow in frustration and concentration. He levitates three additional darts and sends them all at Goldfin's neck with his magic, making sure to wildly zigzag the projectiles on their way.

* ''Meanwhile, the Pegasus goes down in a heap with his partner on the last landing. The lab-coated pony, however, recovers to his hooves and springs beyond the last door, slamming it behind him.''*

Butler: Of course, Master Ironworks.

* He turns to Aroma again.*

Butler: Would you like to have a seat in the lounge?

* Glaive nods.*

Glaive: I think we've done all we can here.

* Nettledew leads the way back into her shop—passing, incidentally, one of her own runic suits of armor.*

Nettledew: I believe you mentioned something earlier in the week about having owned a reliable set.