"What are ye bloody doing ye damned elf!?" Bjoric shouted, startled by his sudden loss of vision. Already he could hear the chaos it was causing in the camp. "Are ye trying to get us all killed?"

Bjoric stood, raising the hammer above him and shouted [i]'Daylight'[/i] in ancient dwarven. Instead of the blinding flash that would accompany the spell normally, the darkness simply vanished. Though it hadn't been active long, the sudden return of sunlight was enough to make him squint. After a moment he was able to see once more.

And the first thing he was able to see was the archer straddling Hugh. He was speechless for half a second before his mouth erupted with laughter. "Bwahahaha!" He doubled over, unable to contain himself. Eventually the laughter turned breathless and became wheezing, tears rolling down his red cheeks.