User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20160929005312


 * Glaive nods ruefully.*

Glaive: True. Maybe we could fly to a mountainside picnic.

* Nettledew dips her head in agreement.*

Nettledew: Prudently spoken.

* ''The mage lifts two vials filled with light blue potion and hangs it from Strongheart's neck on a chain. She also attaches a small amulet to his sword's sheath; the gray metal is appropriately shaped like a katana.''*

Nettledew: ...I cannot go with you, unfortunately. Other ponies will soon be coming to consult me on different matters. This is a potion of healing, should you or your companion be wounded along the way. Drip it where it hurts. And you said that you are good with a blade? Now, when you draw it, you may carry two.

* A sly wink.*