User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-7345250-20160925042811


 * The wind is uncomfortably gusty and hot for everyone in the party.


 * Except Parlys the Pale. Light-colored, maneless, and with holes in his legs where heat can be shed and air can pass, Parlys is utterly unruffled by these conditions.

Parlys: "Upon reflection, our greatest worry should be getting boxed in with the slaves. Even with the eyes of the Magi diverted, we're walking straight into a dead end."