User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-7345250-20150609052919


 * Golden Age spends a few moments testing her voice until she manages to reproduce the rasp she used last time she entered the lounge. Satisfied, she steps onto the panel and warps down to the front entrance.


 * The guards glance at each other warily.

Guard 1: "How would you know the king is searching for Parlys the Pale?"