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[center][h1][color=99CC00]Matthew Madigan[/color][/h1]
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[I]Location: Rapunzel's Tower
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It appeared the genie had some lack of control with his own powers. That is if granting wishes happened just by speaking them and not out of his intention. With that new bit of information Maddie decides it was probably best that they did keep him within the confines of the lamp. Although a part of him wondered if perhaps those negatives were merely a drawback of the lamp itself, or was it truly something to do with the genie. Maddie let out a soft groan as he turned his head on the table, looking towards Colby in the room.

Save for the few disgruntled men injured in the next rooms over, it was fairly peaceful within Rapunzel's tower. For the first time in a while it felt as though they could relax. His muscles, or what little he had of them, ached from the days running, trudging through sand, and all the adventures they'd been having. Hells even the last time they had a chance to rest it was interrupted by a murder of crows bashing into the room through a window. This. This was a nice change of pace. [Color=99CC00]"May as well as for an anti-maleficent sniper and Jafar encapsulating gem."[/color] Maddie said, giggling at the idea of wishing for a grenade.