User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-7345250-20180907015152


 * Glaive and Inari find the doors are made of a thin paper stretched over a wooden lattice. Indistinct silhouettes are visible against the translucent surface, moving in total silence.


 * The aide sneezes and falls over in a panic. Thankfully, Flashfire is keener on trigger safety. She watches Tremere disembark.

Flashfire: "What was that about?"

Mr. Spearmint: "Subterfuge, in a sense."