User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2017-2018/@comment-7345250-20180426030106


 * It must be difficult for even Inari to see ahead through the snowstorm, but she can soon make out the silhouette of the darkly clad ninja. Another silhouette descends on it in response to the whistle, winged but otherwise indistinct. A snowy owl perhaps?


 * The raptor is gone a moment later, invisible in the storm.


 * Within a few moments, Spearmint's aides are rubbing their eyes and ascending to the main deck. They uncap jars of a powdery substance and begin to scatter it about the wooden boards. Hawkwing may notice there was already a thin layer when he landed.


 * The ambassador also returns to the deck with a few more jars under his wings.

Mr. Spearmint: "Garlic. Let's see them suck on this."