User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-27103443-20150410041356

''Strongheart lays down on his bed and pulls out his sketch pad. He looks at Silverheart for a single second, then looks back at his pad. ''

Silverheart: What are you doing?

Strongheart: Drawing.

Silverheart: What?

Strongheart: Something...

''Strongheart's graphite runs along his paper for almost an hour. Silverheart keeps himself busy by throwing his knife at a makeshift target on the wall. After the hour is up, Strongheart shouts: ''Done!

Silverheart jumps at the sudden noise.

Silverheart: Do you have to yell so loudly?

Strongheart: No...Check this out...Strongheart flips over the drawing pad.

Silverheart: Oh my God...

''The drawing is off Silverheart, standing defiantly in front of what appears to be over a thousand enemies. He holds his single black dagger, and his eyes have an insane glint to them. The detail is flawless. ''

Silverheart: Th-that's amazing! How did you do that?

Strongheart: Pure skill.