User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-24422626-20150307024700


 * Glaive looks around. There's a bake shop down the street—hopefully the ponies running the place haven't been scared off by any hell-borne explosions or whatnot.*

I'll be right back.

* ''Glaive trots briskly toward the bake shop. When he returns a few minutes later, he's brought a small cake for Thunder.''*

Here you go. What's your name?