Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer
Achkby, unable to muster the courage to hang from the ceiling by three limbs for the time it would take him to cast a spell, continues to suffer the darkness. He does his best to climb after the sounds of Khazrael scrabbling ahead. Unlike the other sorcerer, he begins the decent feet first, peering about to see if he can find the others.
When Lissa conjures her own light, the halfling utters a small prayer to every member of the pantheon he can think of.
Then he looks down.