User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-7345250-20150202192306


 * Parlys stares down at the floor of the outhouse, into which he has carved a crude draft of some boredom-induced monologue...

That day was going to be perfect-

The kind of day of which I'd dreamed since I was small-

With fiery dabs of purest paint

I saved Her Grace from age's taint,

Yet who but me could prize her place upon my wall?