User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-7345250-20160127043214


 * A good deal of time passes. Nopony surfaces.

Soldier: "Gyah-!"


 * The yak painfully steps upon the stone. He hops up and down, dropping his mace and violently wringing his hoof as though it were the foxes' throats.