User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-7345250-20150322054750

Alright, hold on...


 * Golden magically opens Glaive's old closet and pulls out a forgotten scarf. She wraps it around her neck and the lower part of her gills.

Ready.


 * Better prepared this time, Flashfire catches Drax's hooves in her claws and throws him over her head.

Flashfire: "Creative as he is, at least he's predictable..."

Wheeler: "Ah, yes. Goldfin. The pretty face of your motley gang of misfits. What about her?"