Zemzelett crouches down to bring himself to Melirel and Luth's eye level.  He could tell they earnestly want to mount a rescue mission now.  No, more like they need to mount a rescue mission now.   "We're sort of running low on resources, and half of us cannot see in the dark.  Although..." his voice trails off.   The half-elf rummages through the wagon and takes out all the spell scrolls, magic oils, and potions.  "We might have more than we thought," he finishes his sentence.   Zemzelett tries