"Well, it's something to consider.  Light itself isn't an issue for us - I can effectively be a torch if nothing else.  I guess it's just if we feel that the risk is worth it.  In all honesty though, light or the lack thereof won't make much difference against the things that we'd have trouble against as it is."<br/><br/>Listening to Volenzara asking for extra shares of food in return for the aid of her magic, Phylia can't help but laugh.  "You will never change where food is concerned, will you?"  Walking over to her, Plylia slips behind her before drawing her into a tight hug, her arms starting to rove over Volenzara's engorged stomach, gently massaging away the lumps that are forming from the orc's struggles.  "Although, there's more than one way to pay someone back for a favor..."