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As he stares into the recesses of the wood, examining each object at some length, Lyral ponders just how long the creatures are willing to wait at the edge of the darkness. The spell the elf cast won't last forever, and as soon as the light is gone, they will advance. Lyral calls out to Osulu.
"If you don't have any light spells, they'll attack us. It's no trouble for me, but I think it might slow us down some." Lyral reaches into the box, taking out each item one at a time. He hands the book and the hat to the elf, sheathing the dagger with the 'skinning knife' at his hip.

"Well then, let's get out of here." He briefly looks in the book. "This would seem to we what I came for. You do remember the way back out, right?"