<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NabKWTp.png)<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Kirion Ta'sar</span></div></div><strong>Time</strong>: Late Evening, April 19, Year Unknown<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Throne Room<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: As pictured<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>: 4/2/3/1<br/><strong>Notes (if applicable):</strong>Casting Prestidigitation & Invisibility<br/><hr/><br/>"Ah, but my dear Arash. It is only skulking if you get caught." Waving a hand as if such an eventuality is unlikely, Kirion continues. "If the ritual is in danger of failing, perhaps I can do something to help fix it. I am not without my own strengths." So perhaps his motives are less altruistic than they seem, and he merely wants a better idea of how the magic works. The city falling would certainly be a shame, but Kirion never did claim to have his priorities in order.<br/><br/>The breadsticks garner a raised eyebrow, an almost visible question as to whether this is the time forming before he shakes his head, smiling. Kirion is already pulling on that core of power within him and shaping the spell in his mind when Arash sends those fragments of magic scattering to the winds, throwing the basket of bread over his shoulder and breaking the elf's concentration. Incredulous, he looks at the man. Really? Apparently he has surrounded himself with those that enjoy dramatic gestures. How droll.<br/><br/>Arash's plan is almost too outrageous to be believed. Despite himself, Kirion is amused. "You are operating on quite a few assumptions, are you not? Have you been to Calbriz before? Do you speak the language? Here we have knowledge of the land, but in Calbriz? We may wander for hours, days, years--or however long it takes our supplies to run out--while we stumble around in the miles of caverns beneath the rock. Calbriz does not merely set just under the surface; it is a city of the Underdark." That Kirion himself could likely find the way is immaterial. He's willing to be convinced, almost thrilled at the ridiculousness of it. Certainly, he has long wanted an excuse to visit the depths... who knows what lore may be hidden therein? It is that last thought that shifts his thought, now mostly pointing out holes to be contrary, but already planning ahead to what he knows of the Underdark.<br/><br/>"This is of course assuming that we are able to leave Glen Avon at all." He points out, almost rocking on his heels. "Should we offer our services to the King, at the least, we may yet leave with his blessing and a writ of movement." That they are to travel together at this point one way or the other seems inevitable. It has been some time since Kirion has had companions. He finds himself looking forward to the idea. Finally, something<em>different</em>. "All of which is counting on this being an attempt by one woman, rather than an act of war. Should we arrive and find ourselves arrested or attacked..." Spreading his hands, he offers naught but a gallic shrug.<br/><br/>Pondering for a moment, Kirion finally offers, "A compromise, then. We give Ingram ten minutes to find out what he can, and then we make for the surface. Should the guards allow us to leave, we will meet up at the nearest path down." Looking around to make sure they are as unobserved as possible, he shifts slightly to put his back to the guards. Holding a hand palm up, liquid light coalesces before vibrating and rising up to take a shape, forming a top-down view of the city streets around them directly from his memory; not perfect, but good enough. Tracing a path with his unoccupied hand he points silently at the nearest route out of the city, before he closes his palm and cancels the spell.<br/><br/>Raising a hand, he reaches out to touch Ingram's cheek. "A warning, my friend--this will make you invisible, but not silence your movement. Be wary." A glance around to ideally make sure no one is watching, a spark of power, and betwixt one moment and the next, Ingram vanishes. "Make haste."<br/><br/>Offering his arm gallantly to Arash, Kirion grins. "Shall we? This may yet be folly should they be blocking the exits, but we may as well find out. Then we merely need to wait to see what our stealthy friend uncovers."