User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-7345250-20151203085944


 * The Mare Do Well strokes her chin, wondering where Parlys might go now that his hilltop is known to his foes. Another column of vines lashes at her, but she promptly riddles them with the magical equivalent of buckshot. They fall in a heap, yet already they start to regenerate.

Mare Do Well: "We'll have to check the summit. If he isn't there, then maybe he left a trail."