User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-7345250-20160524152611


 * Meanwhile, in Maretropolis, a certain griffon answers.

Gretchen: "Yeah, Rusty Roost. We don't deliver."

Golden Age: "Gretchen, it's me. Goldie."

Gretchen: "Goldie? Geez, where've ya been?! I've been askin' around for ya for a coupla days now. Listen: that Strongheart bozo? He's bad news. Came in and said he was gonna..."


 * Goldie does not hear the rest of Gretchen's warning. She disdainfully glances at the stallion on the bed.

Golden Age: "Okay, Gretchen? It's under control."

Gretchen: "Under control? It's not under control until that pony's behind bars, ya hear? I'm tellin' ya, he's bad news. Stay away from him."

Golden Age: "Gretch, I have it under control. You know me. I can handle this. Besides, that's not why I'm calling you."

Gretchen: "I don't suppose it's to say hello?"


 * Goldie rolls her eyes.

Golden Age: "What was that you said about delivering?"