User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-5837525-20150818215637

(Upon appearing on the street, Star-Lord briefly takes notice of the setting sun before following Ironworks and Goldfin into the police station. He moves toward the nearest on-duty clerk.)

Star-Lord: Hey, how's it goin'? Star-Lord of the Power Ponies. Are Brisk Breeze and Roy what's-his-name still here?

(At his balcony, Blackthorn welcomes his sentry birds as they return.)

Blackthorn: Gareth. Gawain. I'm pleased to see you two back safe and sound. Have you anything to report?

(The two birds on Blackthorn's shoulders chirp in his ear.)

Blackthorn: I see... Hmm... Alright. Well done. You two have been flying for hours. Get some well-deserved rest.

(The birds fly away as quickly as they arrived, and Blackthorn turns to the throne room door.)

Blackthorn: Scribe!

(There's a brief clatter of objects outside before a young bespectacled deer enters.)

Scribe: Y-You called for me, sire?

Blackthorn: I need you to take a message for me.