User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-7345250-20160907162432


 * The faintest trace of a grin crosses the duck-billed gent's face.

???: "I believe not, Captain. I believe not."


 * That said, he sets out in a southeasterly direction. His gait is as courtly as his speech, even if he is on the shorter side as far as griffons are concerned.


 * The gates at the north of the Crossing swing open as the changeling queen herself descends from her castle. A small precession of royal guards betokens her impending arrival moments before she trots over to the foreign vehicle.

Queen Chrysalis: "I presume one of you isz the lucky spy."