Hariq hated these conditions. He hated having being confined in two different cells. One was the one fashioned by his captors and the other was one of his own creation. Having no interaction for so long he didn't see the point in going out of his lamp to only see his dreary cell. And hell was it dreary with its dim lighting, mold upon the walls and the constant drip drip of pipes leaking. No he would much rather prefer his lamp... If only he wasn't going crazy from lack of communication. He sighed, the sound reverberating across the walls of his lamp; it made his teeth rattle together in a most unpleasant fashion. If only he hadn't set that market place on fire. Truly the man didn't mean any harm, but he had lost his temper with a vendor and well... Hariq was young back then and wasn't able to control his abilities too well. Hence how the market had gone up in flames. He ran like hell then, but being attached to a lamp like he was, the genie didn't get very far. He was apprehended quickly, and tossed into this very jail cell. How long had Harqid resided here? It had to be at least 10 years. Such harsh punishment for a fire that he never intentionally started. "Once I get out, I'm gonna run as far as I can from here," the genie lamented. "Such cruel, cruel souls."