User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-5837525-20150501044534

Blackthorn: *snort* Such trivial musings...

(In front of a ravine, Blackthorn pours some water from his cask onto the ground, and a network of vines sprouts forth to form a bridge.)

Blackthorn: Come. We're nearly at our destination.

(Breaking into a brisk canter, Blackthorn takes off again.)