User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20161014162525


 * The is rather deserted, as it was in the past. A brown earth stallion—vaguely familar—strolls on the other side of the street, paying Ironworks an occasional glance. Against the chill of incoming fall, he wears a scarf of brown, yellow, green, red, blue, black...*

* Nettledew approaches Strongheart and touches a forehoof to his.*

Nettledew: ...I understand. Walk with me?