User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-7345250-20180927003731


 * Dances in Dust defers to Goldenheart, where taking the lead is concerned.


 * Following this course, Goldenheart and Inari enter an exotic room where a heady, relaxing fragrance hangs in the air. There does not seem to be any other entrance, save a shōji door on a balcony above.


 * A great workbench spans the wall on the left in its entirety, crowded with enough lab equipment to make an Acolyte blush: beakers, vials, cylinders, crucibles, burners, ovens, bottles, utensils, and many mysterious fluids and powders in cryptically curated ranks.


 * Against the right wall is a garden of, seemingly, more practical use than the bonsai. It consists of herbs and fungi amid glass tanks loaded with different soils. Most of them are obscure. Inari may recognize one professionally thought to be extinct. Are those truly foal's-breath flowers?


 * But more urgently, there is a bier in the middle of the room. On its surface lies a middle-aged stallion in a splendid silk robe of imperial red. He is greyer and flabbier than the sun-baked Agent Neighland, but he looks as if he could be roughly the same age. He is motionless, unbreathing, dead.


 * Neighland glides behind the others and peers into the room. He recoils sharply, pulling on his ear in dismay.

Agent Neighland: "Sun above! We're too late!"


 * However, in spite of his exclamation, their guide is smiling.

Dances in Dust: "Not so! I think we have arrived just in time. Was it not you who cautioned us not to trust in appearances? Doctor Petri is exactly as I left him. Now, wise pony, you must administer your cure!"