User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2016/@comment-7345250-20160615034817


 * Holy buckets.


 * It takes Gretchen a moment to figure out what she is looking at. And she, along with the citizens of Maretropolis, thought she was a big griffon. Never before has she been so dwarved by so familiar a shape.

Gretchen: "Er... Old Iron Beak, I presume?"


 * She knows not what else to say.


 * Goldfin starts to hear more at this point. Her crab positions itself under the office.