Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27304481-20160806203543/@comment-27304481-20160811135540

Beta-Apatite nodded to present his opinion. "I am willing to leave now if the others are." His centipeedle friend crawls back along him into his gem, and Beta-Apatite smiles to himself.

Murchison Moissanite begins to walk hastily out of the city towards them, his aura around him causing a few desert plants to flourish and grow before slowly withering once he leaves, making a path of small underbrush.