[PQ] In What Distant Deeps

Ingrid was surprised when nobody made fun of her after she tried to wrestle some falling boulders. She wasn't quite sure how to react to the non-ridicule, but luckily, Jigano asked her a question to break the silence. "Well, you're not the first to come to the Fangs looking for mage glass," she said with a shrug. "But you are unusual in that you tend to ask for help nicely. Every so often, some Abandoned pricks arrive in the Citadel acting like they own the damn place: 'Surrender the mage glass. Show us the mage glass. We'll kill you if we don't get mage glass,'" she mimed in a high and whiny voice. "I like to tell them the white dragons hoard it and wait for them to come back looking all crispy," she continued with a chuckle. "It's not a lie. They are supposed to hoard shiny things, but still, let's hope we don't run into one," she added. "Except for the dragons and mage glass inside, I honestly don't know much about the caves. I mean, until the portal opened up, mage glass mining was really the only reason anyone came here, and I'm not that interested in finding mage glass since all it seems to bring is trouble. But if there could be signs of life here... of civilization from before the great clusterfuck... I want to see that."

As the group passed by some shiny crap, a piece of the brilliant ore ripped her outer layer. "Well shit," she said, feeling the temperature in her wrappings drop. "What did I do to rocks to make them hate me this much today? I mean, really, it seems like they abh-ORE me," she said. It was a weak joke, but it might be just dumb enough to get a laugh.

When Jigano asked for votes, Ingrid saw a better opportunity. "I never vote straight ahead," she piped.