Yeah, I hate to break it to you, but there's no exit. And by that, I mean they got clowns posted at every way out, so we ain't getting through until they WANT us to get through.

[ He's been here long enough to resign himself to the little quirks of Cerealia. Styx eyes the girl just a little more warily; here, people who talk nonsense are either crazy or more powerful than he'd like to deal with. ]

[ That's not gonna stop him from running his mouth off, though. ]

Okay, hold up a sec. First off, I've never seen a troll in my life. Second, there's nothing ~high fantasy~ about my home, unless you count blood, filth, and copious amounts of violence. And third, the hell do you mean by "domain"?