User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-7345250-20150303154743


 * Golden Age stumbles and looks back at Folderol's tower. It almost seems inviting. Then again, even the sand here is preferable over another swim all the way back to Maretropolis. Could she really just rest here, completely exposed exposed on the sand?


 * No, she'd better keep moving. Golden crawls back into the water.


 * Captain Death-Stalker rounds the corner after Folderol. Surely, this floor must have what he seeks, and if not, there still may be something to bolster his future leverage with Bedew...