User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20160926235844


 * The nanos give a collective high-pitched whine and go still.*

* Either Glaive hasn't noticed Snowy's awkwardness, or he is very good at hiding that he has.*

Glaive: That sounds nice, actually. I might know a place for next time.

* Honor's eyes widen slightly.*

Honor: That's very brave of you, sir. Well, I see you already carry a sword, but every story tells of the need of a good set of dressings, and you might appreciate the light of a firefly lantern as you navigate the forest. Perhaps something potent to lace your blade with..?

* ''The young fletcher weaves around the counter to fetch these things. Along with the first aid pouch and a coil of light rope, she also sets a wicker-and-wire lantern on the counter; the fat firelies within give off an impressive glow nearly matching that of a typical oil wick. Honor finally gives Strongheart a glass phial labeled, "Goodnight—Highly Concentrated." ''*

Honor: Free of charge, of course, if it means one less clawback to worry about.

Shimmerspark: Maybe you should take a partner too, Mr. Shrouded? Honor's the best archer you ever did see.

* The mare in question looks down awkwardly as she retreats to her counter.*

Honor: Er... I'm sure that if your niece is any good, she could give me a run for my money.