<div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/002/442/653/large/oscar-acosta-rivera-noir-elf.jpg?1461787851)<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Ingram Loryan</span></div></div><strong>Time</strong>: Late Evening, April 19, Year Unknown<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The prince's tower<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: As pictured (but invisible)<br/><strong>Notes (if applicable):<br/></strong><hr/><br/>Ingram watched as the guards trundled down the stairs, armor clanking at an ungodly volume. He wondered how they could stand it, the gross lack of subtlety at all moments, after all movement. Ingram would be wincing with every step. They walked right past, only feet of air separating them. They didn't even glance his way. He could get used to the whole being invisible thing. But then, people like him usually<em>were</em>used to being invisible - the perks of being unimportant to everyone. They continued blindly down the spiral staircase, leaving Ingram alone. He stood in the doorway, thinking.<br/><br/>Well. He had a good idea, and he had a bad idea.<br/><br/>Surely the ten minutes were almost spent, and surely his little tour through the prince's tower had garnered enough information to avoid Arash's ire. He hadn't gotten caught, which was excellent news for everyone involved, especially him. Now was the time to slip downstairs, his footfalls masked by the clanking metal.<br/><br/>However...it wasn't often you found yourself invisible in the prince's private chambers with no one around. This particular situation had in fact<em>never</em>occurred to Ingram before, and he could only presume that it would never happen again. There must be some fascinating information up in that room, information that might help to clear up some of the countless current unknowns. His prince had been captured. The city may be in grave danger. It seemed to him that it was his patriotic duty to sneak furtively into the prince's library and offer his unsolicited investigative talents to the crown. After the noise had faded, he stepped quietly back up the stairs and into the library, intent to find out more about Thazel, about Qaizel, about the prince, about what the hell he had just witnessed.<br/>