User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2016/@comment-7345250-20160724213009


 * Golden Age hums and sips from her second glass of cider. She returns to the window and looks up to observed the city and the darkened sky.

Golden Age: "Provided Glaive doesn't get himself in trouble, I think I'm gonna like it here..."


 * Flashfire zips back into her sanctum and carefully shuts the door behind her.


 * There, on the desk, bathed in the soft glow of lamplight, lies the five hundred and fifty-second page of her Hum Drum fan fiction. Back to work!