Pyrrha wanted to strangle team Hopeless. Couldn't they at least have stayed to plan this out? This was their fucking idea after all... She immediately censored the rest of her thoughts, knowing that any Aeromancer could pick it up, at the rate she was broadcasting. A useful little skill that.
Luckily Anton was there to pick up the slack. Good old Anton.
"How about knocking out the others at the party?", Pyrrha grumbled. "Problem solved." She was only partly joking either.
"But yeah, I can probably filch some torches from the Guardian storehouse. They won't miss a few..."
As for hiding holes, she didn't know. She would have recommended here, but she didn't feel like dragging those torches upstairs and downstairs again. She also wasn't about to recommend her own place. It still wasn't Zephyr-proof.
"I haven't a clue where we could hide these things", she finally settled on. "Or wait, maybe we could put them at the start of the stairs? It's still pretty hidden, and by the time they think to look there, both we and the equipment will probably be gone already..."