User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-26238653-20151021200808

Goldenheart snarls. She keeps her bowstring drawn. "There is for me."

Famine: "Good riddance."

Pestilence: "How long until EoW saps into the angel?"

Famine: "By the sound of that scream...fifteen hours..."