Chrrou is easily the slowest creature in the bunch, struggling under the twin impediments of his small stature and encumbering armor. Scurrying and dashing in ungainly fashion to keep up with the rest, he turns toward Grai and blinks, nose twitching, wondering how such a group could lack lanterns or torches of their own. "We're not without light. I can keep our way lit for an hour and half of another... I'm just afraid it'll give us away, invite an ambush. Perhaps just best to hide the light, once we get near..."