User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2016/@comment-27161581-20160704015407

''The tendril yanks Goldfin through a twisting network of pipes, always moving up and into the ship. After a few moments Goldfin finds herself being dragged down a long damp hallway, similar in structure to the ones that adorn the Neightalus... if she ignored the faintly pulsing green glowing walls, and the putrid smell all around her. The icky black murk lightly coats the floors and walls, and a thick organic wall, blocks the pipe that Goldfin entered from, preventing any more than a few inches of water from coating the floor.''