User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20160926184208


 * The scorpion finally disintegrates entirely. Like spilled black sand, the nanobots shake around as if the floor itself is vibrating.*

* Glaive shrugs and drizzles dressing over his salad.*

Glaive: Wherever you would have liked. I don't know the good restaurants around here.

* Honor nods.*

Honor: I quite like it—but very well. How may I help you?

* Shimmerspark tries to busy herself by tidying up the already cozy store.*