User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-24422626-20160119044848


 * Glaive packs everything into his bag except for the camo suit and the walkie-talkie; he searches the latter for trackers of its own.*

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"The thugs are definitely charging to cross into the city. But I also got jumped by three mercs. Not average alley toughs; these guys were trained to kill."

* Vega flips a couple of bits onto the counter.*

Vega: Yeah, we quench some odd thirsts nowadays. Our crowd used to be just a bunch of rum-guzzlers.