User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-7345250-20190508023148

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Goldfin: "No, it's ink. I hope it doesn't stain. Excuse me for one second..."


 * She looks down and spins her trident to generate a current in a bid to throw the ink downward.

Stalker: "That depends on how important you consider the moths' activities when applying the label 'spare.'"


 * They walk until they near the coastal edge of the swamp, where the water is up to Dollpony's chest and the mangroves loom tall.


 * As Stalker approaches this site, a ship nestled in a conspicuous clearing slowly sheds its invisibility. An unknown force throws a rope ladder down from the main deck.

Stalker: "Do remember to wipe your hooves."


 * He vanishes, only to reappear on the deck in an instant.