It's interesting, if I had chosen to remove the ambiguity on which action I wanted to use (thus going with the rash one), Daemon's cannon would still be functional, I would be unharmed, but then I would have had to figure out another way to enter the light plane myself. This works.
[ ] Eh, soliloquy time. "Now what's this? It appears that all my new friends and acquaintances (who might also be potential crew) are hankering to leave some place at haste, and I percieve, more directly out of those brilliantly tangled knots of thought, that this destine is supposedly filled with light. I, with my own strangely tangled knot of thought, hold this as an exquisite conundrum! For if they are to travel to that certain luminescent infinity, and do what they are wont to do, that polite man I conversed with, so shortly and so short ago, will be distinctly upset with my personage. Whereas, if I were to act as impediment to these fine mage's travel, my communion with them would surely resemble a house whose entire hill had been washed away before the foundation was complete. Yet betwixt those options, I espy a less certain and less stable ground that I may claim freely; by acting as the leader I display pretense to be, I might be able to both curb all diplomatic incidents and preserve congenial relations with both parties, but I might just as easily succeed at both antagonizing by nanny's behavior and burning every vestige of alliance. It is much a gamble, to be sure, but what is life but a series of gambles? Pah! Enough of this mental fiddling! One need not worry about a knot when one has a knife, and look, the mages in question have finished their preparations to leave!"
Self galvanized, I leap off the stern and signal Legion to make a turn back to me, where I draw my vorpal claymore to strike the air and light before me with its rending morphic spell. Thus wedged between the planes, I drag it sideways, down, and back again, for a makeshift portal all present can use.
Exeunt.