Tarquin was quick on Cedric's heels and glanced around, as if trying to find a source of fire, then he sighed and took a gold ring from his pocket. He calmly placed the ring on the middle finger of his right hand, squeezed his hand in to a fist and suddenly a ball of green light formed up above the beautiful emerald embedded on the ring. "No torch, but maybe this will do. A little gift from my brother. To illuminate the darkness and all that. A nifty tool in my opinion." The green light ball began hovering towards the hole as the tall elf moved his hand slightly.