"Are we planning on going through broken glass?" Presley asks dryly. Which... considering the state of the auditorium, okay, maybe there's broken glass around here, but surely they'll feel the shards under the ash if they actually get to that point. "Carmichael hasn't spent years doing the utmost for her forest goblin aesthetic to not run barefoot now. We can still get there in a few minutes if we go the long way, we just have to go now."

Presley sounds more confident than he actually feels. He hates standing around, not knowing what's coming for them.