Seeing it was time, Salamel stopped his morning ritual, standing, taking a moment to wipe the sweat off and to put his shirt back on, he walked out of his cell, ready for chow time.

With a sigh, looking at the humming magic nullifying crystals, Sal placed his hands in his pockets casually heading to the mess hall until hearing a female's voice asking of someone's presence. He looked around to get visual of who was talking, while still moving along. It was too bad his magic was dampened, he could appear anywhere he wanted in a blink of an eye.