User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2017/@comment-24422626-20170828214143

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Butler: "It's on its way, sir."

* Fetched from his room by drone and teleported a minute later, Ironworks's armor appears in a neat array on the deck before him.*

Glaive: Right. We agreed that getting to know your new ability would help us decide the options from here. Only if you still want to proceed, of course...

* The distant owner of the voice clicks his tongue a few times.*

???: Now now, Strongheart, we're all artists here... of sorts. What's a poor pony do when he can't quite grasp what he wanted first? He goes for the next best thing, of course.

* The hoofsteps proceed all the way around the room, approaching where Honor is just behind Strongheart's field of view.*

???: Love your work, by the way. I collect.

* ''The far wall illuminates as the fire rises further, revealing Strongheart's painting of the forest from yesterday. Two of his mare portraits from years past, one of them capturing Golden Age, flank it.''*