<div class="floatleft">(https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7823/47515220441_a8eeec8b51_m.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Arash Tolwar</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>Notes (if applicable):<br/></strong><hr/><br/>Arash listened intently to Kirion eloquently lay out his plan.  It was not without merit, but in Arash's opinion, it seemed more dangerous than what they might gain from it.  Not to mention, finding out of the prince was alive would make no matter if they fell from the sky in the interim.  "While I can appreciate the value of knowing the prince's state of being, I don't think that course of action would bode well.  Skulking in the shadows when a terrible crime has been committed could misconstrue your intentions.  If the guards or king find you, they may assume you were in on the attack" he urged, furrowing his brow at Ingram when the man pushed a basket of breadsticks toward him.<br/><br/>He looked from the basket to Ingram and without a hint of hesitation, he threw the entire basket over his shoulder.  "This is no time to think of your stomach.  We need to figure out what we're doing and waste little time.  I suggest we leave until the city is proven safe.  There is nothing we can do until then anyway.  Beginning an investigation into the events that led up to this would be foolish knowing that the city could plummet from the sky at any moment," he said.<br/><br/>Arash pointed to an exit some guests had hurried through when the room had begun to descend into chaos.  "I think we can get out this way.  We'll find safe passage to the ground, and then...well...perhaps we might find clues in Calbriz.  After all, Daragon is from there, isn't she?  Maybe there are clues as to why, he said, his armor clad shoulders lifting in a shrug.