User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-24422626-20160101064813


 * There is scarcely anypony to be seen on Trotham's wintry waterfront. An unforgiving wind howls westward, dashing falling snow like knives against the exhausted arrival's face. A cloud of mist from the choppy sea freezes and falls at his hooves with a crackling sound.

* ''The lone changeling presently trudges northward. If he doesn't find warmth soon, he will freeze too.''*