User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-7345250-20161001013005

Golden Age: "Alone, alone—all, all alone—alone on a wide, wide sea... And never a saint took pity on my soul in agony."


 * Her trident suddenly appears before her. She rotates it around, staring at the tip.

Golden Age: "I don't know how long I was out there. But as I was soaking and freezing amid the unsympathetic waves... That's when I started to see the truth of the matter."