Leylek glares at a point in the gloom somewhere to the shaman's left for a moment, then slowly nods. It is true. Shadow's the shield of the spineless. and he should have remembered how it hinders their own. He's getting erratic. Too eager. You fight like I do, he turns to Onka with a slight bow, almost like another nod, as he reaches into his pack to remove a weathered lantern, sturdier than the ones made on the islands, of the blackened, old, bog iron of the plains. but I need my arms to fly. the bird's taloned hand extends, holding out the lamp for the dancer if he'll take it.

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Hooded lantern; 4 flasks of oil are still available.