Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-37603298-20181123221338/@comment-32987979-20181203233641

"I'm good to see what you two come up with." Anlon shrugged, taking a big bite out of his custard burst. "Got any more snacks, Conjurer?"

"How can you be so apathetic?" Ciara snapped, turning her head at the same time as Zina.

Anlon shrugged again. "I have to be. I'm an Inflictor. If I let myself get angry, my powers are harder to control. So it's better to focus on the positives of these situations. Like custard bursts." He laid back onto the sooty, dark floor. "How do you get out of Exile?"

"You need special crystals." Zina said matter-of-factly. "They leap you here. That must have been what brought us here. Anyone who works in Exile is required to have at least two backup crystals. Because unless someone else finds you, you're stuck down here. And those who work down here are few and far between." She took off her cape.