User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, 2020/@comment-7562999-20191216050639

''Goldenheart moves up to the table that is in the center of the area, limping heavily due to her strange leg made of metal bone. She takes a seat and looks at the rest of the group still milling about. ''

GH: "Well...time is of the essence...we need to talk about our plan to brew a potion to get the sun back in the sky. It'd b nice if we could do it shortly."