User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-7345250-20150128013004


 * Golden takes a stool at the bar. The barmaid, a burly grey-brown griffon, notices her and sidles over.

Barmaid: "Don't I know you? You've got a lot of nerve to show your face around here."

Golden: "You don't say."

Barmaid: "Y'know what I mean. I got this joint years ago, and you haven't stopped by to visit once, even though y'moved to the same city. And don't say you've been-"

Golden: "I've been busy."

Barmaid: "There it is. I oughta toss you into the ring downstairs, see how much good your busywork has done you."

Golden: "It looks like those 'years' haven't changed you at all, Gretchen..."


 * The sickly Pegasus glides over the cityscape to the Dark Aster.