( aspen lets out a gusty sigh of relief when they're far enough away from the harpies and the foul smelling herb bomb. he takes a moment to breathe, bracing his hands on his legs. he's much more adept at flying than running, especially since he's not carrying the weight of his heavy wings. his attention darts back to dimitri, a fond smile gracing his face as he straightens. )

You sound like the man I used to serve, King Amir. He would always lament his lack of magic, even though he was proficent in many weapons and mastered the art of the sword. You're too hard on yourself. Excellence in one skill at the cost of others is nothing to be ashamed of.

As for the lantern...

( he turns towards the path ahead of them. the fog and the darkness won't help them, no. )

It seems this forest is largely dark overall. If whoever stole it ran into these woods, it stands to reason that they may know how to see in this mess - so why need a lantern? ... perhaps there's a darkness they can't see past? I think that is where to start.