User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-24422626-20150324051316


 * Discord closes his eyes for a moment, stroking his beard.*

Sigh... Once again, Parlys, you're mistaken if you think I want to keep you here forever. But I haven't seen any change in you. If you hate this place so much, why don't you change? For the sake of your sanity, for the sake of your art, why don't you change?

* Butler straightens his lapels and steps off the pad.*

...Goodness. I think I can tell by this conversation that I have much catching up to do.

* After leaving the asylum and flying for some time, Glaive touches down on the sidewalk in front of Maretropolis's imposing city hall.*

Time to have a chat with the mayor...

* He trots toward the entrance, hoping that the building's head isn't too busy at the moment.*