User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-7345250-20150323004420


 * Hmm...


 * Golden spots an old beer sign lying on the ground and some rope a little farther beyond.

Aha...


 * Golden summons her trident and binds the sheet of metal to its head, creating a makeshift snow shovel.

Voila.

Wheeler: "I'm confident in that."


 * Wheeler nods to one of the guards, who brings forth a box.

Wheeler: "In this container is the collar. Give it to her, the real Goldfin—yes, I'm aware of the replica—and I will handle the media, et cetera."