User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-7345250-20150504175343


 * Golden sets her costume aside and stares up at the ceiling. Did anything go right today? If so, it does not feel that way. Parlys is on the loose. Acolyte is half-dead. Ironworks is as unrestrained as ever. At least Blackthorn has custody of an enemy changeling, but that was not part of the plan at all.


 * She yawns, tired from the strain of thinking hard and galloping after a deer all day.