Lissa

Frowning, Lissa swings her crossbow into position and peers at the bush where the yelps came from. The darkness there is too deep for even gnomish eyes, though. "Brace yourselves, people, I'm going to make some lights. I want to see what's in that bush." Comrades duly warned- after all, it's never a pleasant experience to have magelight flare up when your eyes are adjusted to the dark- Lissa makes a throwing gesture toward the bush and speaks a few arcane words. Four balls of pastel-colored light pop into existence over the bush.


OOC: Draw crossbow and use dancing lights racial ability.