User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2017-2018/@comment-27161581-20180124035917

''Pasta splits, and noodles fall from the body, dropping onto the city, hopefully not pedestrians. While Concrete gets a few rotations in, the thick marinara dulls the blades, and the pulling continues, some of the smaller noodles clogging up what little space he had.''

The countess holds Dazzling Light close.

Countess Nindar: "Vee vill see. Tell us metalponee, vhy are ooh talking vit us, venn vere are so many uhver vamponies ooh talk vit?"

''She smiles at Ironworks, likely able to guess. Ironworks hasn't been much of a talker so far at the party.''