User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-7345250-20171108023630


 * Golden Age levitates the glass.

Golden Age: "You handed one off to Ol' Iron Beak, I figure. A silver griffon whose bar exploded literally."


 * Dances in Dust strains against the ice.

Dances in Dust: "I don't have answers."


 * The ice rumbles again as the polar maulwurf tunnels back for a second round.


 * Flashfire uneasily salutes Dazzling Light, not yet ruling out the worst.

Mr. Spearmint: "Of course. I trust she gave you no trouble. Come here, Light."