User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-24422626-20150701015211


 * The last changeling grunts and relaxes, dropping his chin to the floor. Kick sheathes her knives and immediately rushes to Lucid's side, sitting and cradling his head.*

I'm sorry, Lucid... Goldfin, are you alright?