Ani chuckled softly at his reply.  She highly doubted bardic knowledge was his secret, and had no doubts that he knew many more secrets.  She understood the necessity of keeping one's secrets, especially among a ragtag group of people with hardly any real connection.  Their displeasure with the Stormcloaks, and dire need to escape the city, notwithstanding.<br/><br/>She pushed into the building with the rest of the party.  The magic orb of light in Ilya's hand made Ani squint.  She closed the door behind her and dug into her knapsack.  She fished out a torch and her flint.  Within moments, she had the torch lit and a natural light washed over them.<br/><br/>"No need for a lantern at this point," she said.  "I have a few extra torches, should we need them."