User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2017/@comment-7345250-20170614043047


 * Gretchen grumble to herself, scowling deeply.

Golden Age: "Thanks, doc."


 * It is an urban storefront. There is nothing to stop Inari from opening the door and walking inside.


 * The same shaggy bull that dismissed the Power Ponies is busy arranging exotic candles apart from the specialty sticks and censers. There is no one at the counter with the fancy silks on display. Were Inari approaching as a fox, she might well be dizzied from the outside by all the lingering fragrances.