<em>Acceptable.</em><br/><br/>Mark lifts off into the air, hovering a few inches above the greased surface, and slowly glides down the ramp towards the botton. As he moves, his eyes flash green again, and he carefully scrutinized the entire passage of the ramp and the landing at the bottom for any suspicious magical auras.<br/><br/>(OOC: Detecting Magic the whole way down - if something pings, halt and concentrate until the specific location is known.)