User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-27103443-20151011052017

SH just chuckles nervously. "Sorry, can't help you there. If my brother were still alive, I'm sure he could have told you."

Goldenheart, tired, angry, and completely lacking in patience, draws one arrow from her quiver. She nock it on her bowstring. It appears to have a very strange tip. She walks towards the guards.