User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7562999-20150929030041

Strongheart takes a long sip of his drink. He gives off a grin. "Well, that was fun."

The whispers seem to grow more agitated. They seem to be chanting one phrase. "Yield or perish...yield or perish..."

Goldenheart: Tch...Just great...I'm guessing this is another puzzle."

Alastor slams his sword into the ice, only a few feet away from Parlys. "Grave means nothing down here."

He raises his sword and slashes at Parlys.