User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-7345250-20150121193814

Goldfin: "I told you the orb needs to be returned to the depths."

Death-Stalker: "I'm not asking about its future."

Goldfin: "Sigh... Fine. I heard a screech of some sort. I don't know what it was, but something made a screech through the orb, and in all my years of plumbing the deep, I've witnessed few things quite as horrifying. It was just... savage."

Death-Stalker: "Something living, then?"

Goldfin: "I think so.


 * The ghost ship's captain narrows his eyes.

Death-Stalker: "Unfortunate, that is."


 * The all-terrain Mistress-Mobile, somewhat wet, pulls up to the gates of Stabelle Reve. Nightwhinny hops out and extracts a vial of the requested medicine from his belt. He bites down on his burnt hoof and lets his own uninfected blood drip into the vial, completing the blood purge.