User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-27103443-20150514143631

Strongheart looks at the ground, crestfallen and shame-faced at failing to bring in the changeling menace...

''Silverheart weakly sneers at Malice. ''What do you want, Malice?

Malice: Oh, I was just in town and I wanted to speak to my favorite Proxy of Nightmare.

Silverheart: I'm the only Proxy of Nightmare.

Malice: True, anyway, I sensed your nightmare miles away. Quite interesting actually. What are you so afraid of?

Silverheart: That is none of your concern.

Malice: Oh come on now, Acolyte. It's plenty of my concern. Lord of Nightmares, remember? Now, tell your old friend Malice all about it.

''Silverheart's bed turns into a couch and Malice is soon sitting on a chair, a clipboard in talons, and spectacles on his nose. ''

Malice: Now...Silverheart, when did these nightmares start?

Silverheart: What the Hell do you think you're doing?

Malice: Helping.

A streak of white blazes through the sky above Flashfire.