User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-27103443-20150728003714

DL and Achlys reappear in the middle of a frigid mountain range. The two mares look around, unaffected by the cold.

Achlys: "Where should we start?"

DL: "I-I can feel the power of the hilt...We need to walk to the north."

Achlys: "The north! The wind is blowing from the north!"

DL: "I know that...but the hilt will be found nestled in a rock at the base of the northernmost mountain."

Achlys: "Northernmost! That could take use days to find!"

DL: "Well...we better start walking..."

Achlys lets out a huff, blowing smoke out of her nostrils. "Fine."

The two mares begin to trek through the snow, stream following them.

Strongheart picks his way over to his room. He enters the room and heads for the personal shower in the mansion.

Thunder Wing hides behind a rock. She peeks over the crest of the boulder and sees a...golden willow tree? Curled around the base of the tree, is a snoring dragon.

Thunder: "Bloody typical..."

Incubus: "I am a being older than earth itself. I'm pretty sure I'm okay..."