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Rael didn’t turn down items. In the past she had relished in “gifts” like this and convienantly forgotten to give them back after a dungeon was done and over with. However, Rael felt weird and given some of the circumstances for the first time she said something.

[color=#A84B5E]“No. You keep it.”[/color]

If Rael had the item on-hand, even with what Benkei was thinking about with tonic water, it would leave the back-end of the party without a primary source of light. Rael’s eyes were attuned to the darkness after spending days upon days traveling in the night with no source of light but the moon above. She wasn’t Kalie, who probably almost had cat-like vision in the dark, but she was competent at seeing things. Besides, she had some enchantments of her own—she didn’t [i]need[/i] to use a torch. The runic ring around the end of her spear had lightning and light enchantments. 

[color=#A84B5E]“That’d leave the backline susceptible to ambushes.”[/color] She looked above at the corridor, imagining the ceiling full of death spikes, [color=#A84B5E]“I’ve got a plan for the front.”[/color]

She placed her spear against the corridor wall and started messing with her belt before removing a vial of yellow liquid. [i]Potion of Moonlight[/i]. She popped the cork and chugged it, before tossing the bottle aside, the sound of the glass hitting the stone floors echoing in the corridor. Her hand pressed against the wall near her and another weird thing happened. The [i]taste[/i] of the potion made her gag. She frowned as her eyes flickered from Japanese brown to silver-white, ignoring the frustration of another aspect of the glitch.

Benkei and any other players of moderate experience would know about Moonlight Potions in what they did and what a person’s eyes looked like when consuming it. The dungeon lit up for Rael, but that wouldn’t be enough. The people beside her would need light sources to make up for it. She grabbed her spear from the wall and turned the runic plate on the end of the rod, her hand charging with lightning. Before the magic transferred into the inscribing and the runic plate began to glow and illuminate a decent amount of light. The combination wasn’t much, but it was something. Combined to the scientific fuckery Benkei was suggesting, maybe they’d be fine and people wouldn’t have to lug around torches.


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