User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-7345250-20160407200916

Golden Age: Ｙｏｕ ｋｎｏｗ Ｉ ｃａｎ'ｔ ｐｉｃｋ ａ ｌｏｃｋ ｔｏ ｓａｖｅ ｍｙ ｌｉｆｅ．

Golden Age: "Forgive me if I can't exactly wave under present circumstances."

Mare Do Well: "I would like to know the same, as I'm sure would the others."


 * Rat, the general, and the other golem proceed farther across the slope in Inari's vision. They near a crook in the crag until...


 * In the present, a great cloud of frost abruptly washes over the party as something garbed in a familiar red makes a high-velocity landing.