As Nuria's foot steps onto the statue, a dangerous foreboding crack rings out through the throneroom, several bits of stone and pebbles breaking free and falling down into the flames.  This, however, seems to be the end of the collapse for now.  She makes her way across the makeshift stone bridge and soon her boots are on solid stone again.  The cracks through the walls of the throneroom have continued to cut through, breaking off enormous stones, a massive block the size of four horses slams down on top of the throne, crushing it beneath and the rest of the ceiling shows signs of following suite.<br/><br/>Among these shattering, cracking sounds come the gasps of pleasure of the little kobolds.  Whether their decision not to attempt to escape is based on cowardice, base lust, or belief that they will somehow survive the collapse (the little lizard faced beasts do seem to manage this kind of thing more often than not) is difficult to tell, but for now they are spent.  A shudder of pleasure goes through their bodies as the two extricate themselves from Sydney, leaving a thick line of white semen connecting her cleavage and her neck with another drawn back from her mouth and across her face.  With looks of sudden realization, they turn to Nuria and Phelypsis arms raised.<br/><br/>"No kill!  No kill!" shouts one of them as he hastily attempts to pull his pants back on.  "We show you out, you no kill!  Even!"<br/><br/>The other chirps up, "We even get demon bag back!"<br/><br/>Above the ceiling cracks and shifts menacingly, failure to escape the tunnels in time could lead to terrible, crushing death.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, what do you do?</strong>