Angelite

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Angelite listned to River poke, prod, and generally ram the cell bars to no avail. Slowly, he got a headache due to the constant noise.

"River, can you stop!" He finally snapped.

"Not until we're out of here," She answered.

"Unless you haven't figured it out yet, these bars are made out of dragon stone. You'll never get through them unless you can breath fire, and no one has been able to for generations."

"Angelite, I know what the bars are made of, I helped build them," River snapped.

Angelite lifted his head slightly, "Do you know of any weak spots?"

River sighed and finally turned to look at him, "I've been looking where they should be. Whatever weak spots exist should be where the bars fasten together. However, it seems that they've affixed more dragon stone around those points."

"So you're saying it's impossible, that there's no way out?"

"No, I'm saying we have to be creative," she smirked.

"What do you have in mind?"

"What did you do, before you were put in here?" River questioned.

"I was a builder." Angelite answered, confused.

"Not the most helpful job in this situation," River muttered.

"What would be considered a helpful job in this situation?" He asked.

"Someone who would know the layout of the palace, so an advisor or messenger."

"Well, what did you do?"

"I was a guard," River answered.

"Ok then, back to the point. What is your plan?" Angelite questioned.

"The palace is old, and they're still in the process of fixing parts of it, right?" She questioned.

"Uhm, ya. The wear and tear started to really show over the last few years so they want the trouble spots fixed and a remodel for new styles," He answered.

"Do you know if anyone has done anything to the dungeons yet?"

"I don't know, but I don't think so," He responded, catching onto the plan.

River turned to the wall at the back of the cell and began inspecting every inch. Angelite, following her lead, got up and began looking for any weak points that they could exploit. Hearing a scratching noise, he turned to look at her and saw her scratching away at a crack in the wall.

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