<div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/002/442/653/large/oscar-acosta-rivera-noir-elf.jpg?1461787851)</div><br/>Ingram watched in horror as his breadsticks scattered across the floor. In a scene of gut-wrenching carnage, the bread was torn and trampled underfoot in the frenzied egress, pale, starchy bread-guts spilling out onto floor as the rolls were reduced to crumbs. He swallowed sadly.<br/><br/>It was a tough call. The thought of an entire city plummeting to its death didn't sit well with him. But neither did plummeting with it, and maybe Arash was right - maybe there was nothing they could do. The rational thing to do was to leave.<br/><br/>But the very strong, irrational part of him told him that something big was happening, it was happening right now, and Ingram wanted to be a part of it. There was information within his grasp, and he was going to get his hands on it, if he could.<br/><br/>He looked at Arash, forgiving him tenuously for the breadsticks. "I'm not leaving this one behind. It's too damn important, too damn interesting. Information is lost as soon as it's created. We can learn things now that we won't be able to find in months of sniffing through the underdark. It's a risk, staying up here, sneaking around where we shouldn't be, but I wanna take it. Because hell. I'm curious." He turned to Kirion. "Arash is right. We don't have much time. If your going to poof me out of sight, you should do it now."