Seeing an opportunity present itself, Laurin decides to interject as Corien's reply sinks in to Raine's judgement. Talk of being captured and fighting, signaling and orders... timing would be crucial, and though time was not on their side, perhaps she could provide it anyways. "Captain, if I may. There may not be a robe present however technology may suppliment. I have and am quite familiar with handling a gnomish invention straight from Mt. Nevermind. Their name for it is two books long, but people have come to call them 'fireworks' and I believe the colorful explosion they produce would suffice as an indicator." Though it was, ofcourse, a failed invention. Intended to blow apart victims in a dazzling display to demoralize its cohorts, there wasn't enough space left in the device! Flight, sparkles and a howler didn't leave enough room for explosives in the warhead. Still, people seemed to desire the things for celebrations of some sort...