"I could light it up?" Anders replies, a little uncertain - though that could be just as much due to the things circling in the mist and his harried efforts to fend them off.

He lifts a hand as another one looms out of the dark, an invisible burst of force sending it sprawling backwards, fog swirling. He can't keep this up forever, though.

"What are you thinking?" Something like a grease spell crosses his mind, but in this dark and with so little visibility, he doesn't dare try it, himself. Too little control and too great a risk. Weren't there others out here, before, as well? Maker, he hopes they've gotten out, already.