User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2017/@comment-27161581-20170615031024

''The creature's bellows die on his lips, and the glass falls gently to the ground, rolling around as if it was momentarily something else. The eerie silence is noticeable if nothing else. Inari shuffles through the creature's mind discerning what the creature knows of his master, of these dooms he supposedly has seen.''

Inari: "..."