User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-27103443-20150609214857

Mayor Mare: I agree...This doesn't seem too rash.

''Goldenheart turns to Decibelle, and her gaze softens. ''No, it's fine to question the prototype. I'm ninety-five percent sure that it'll work.

Strongheart continues moping on his bed...he is so caught in his mood that he barely notices Malice sitting in the rocking chair in the corner.

Malice: Okay, kid. It seems you need to start at square one.

''Strongheart nearly jumps through the ceiling. ''DON'T SNEAK UP ON ME LIKE THAT!

Malice: Whatever...You need to fix that stuttering of yours.

SH: What do you mean?

Malice: You can't possibly think that you are going to eventually get Golden Age in bed talking like a toddler?

SH: I'm not trying to get her into bed!

Malice: Sure tricked me. Anyway, you need to show some confidence.

SH: Confidence...But I don't have any confidence.

Malice: Oh please! You've fought the worst monsters from Tartarus. You escaped the Infinite Depths! You achieved the impossible, and you can't even talk to a mare!?

SH: Maybe...maybe you're right.

Malice: Just think about talking to Goldfin as fighting a monster...but with words. Use confidence. Compliment her rather than stuttering. I'm sure you'll get instant results.

SH: You're right!

Malice: First...you have to wait for her to return.

SH: Oh...right...