User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2017/@comment-7345250-20170715023204

Goldfin: "Canterlot... Oh boy."


 * The good word of Chief Withers probably doesn't extend that far.

Goldfin: "I'll look into it then. Thank you, Mr. Ships."


 * She rises to shake his hoof.

Mr. Spearmint: "Provided we don't suffer too many further interruptions... or inclement weather... We can reach Trotsylvania around this hour tomorrow."


 * Eroma heaves a deep breath upon reaching the surface.

Eroma: "Huff... Be quiet, both of you."


 * The metal orb falls on her, but its motion ceases gently. She looks over her shoulder, recognizes it as some kind of unpleasant device, and tosses it back towards the airship wreck.