User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7562999-20150929031736

Alastor looks around the room. "Where did you go, Pale One? Fight me and die bravely!"

The whispers are now screamin, almost begging Flashfire. "YIELD OR PERISH! YIELD OR PERISH!"

GH: "Oh...giant... centipedes..."

Goldenheart shakily draws her butterfly knife.