User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-24422626-20170903023435

Glaive: Cold, I imagine.

* With a final glance at Concrete's rippled metal face, Glaive draws a long gray knife from under his cloak.*

If it's anything like my leg, you'll be just fine. Ready?

* Nettledew flips some pages in her book.*

Nettledew: I can give you something for the restlessness.