Eldarin nodded and similarly took out his own blade as he peered into the darkness. That scratching sound was oddly familiar. Oh he hoped it wasn't spiders. Unwilling to venture too far into the darkness, Eldarin took a deep breath and pointed his palm down the corridor. He let out a brief silent prayer and a orb of flame raced out from his hand, it shot forward and rolled along the ground. Even with his glove he still winced a little at the fiery pain that raced through his hand. The flame itself acted much like a flare, lighting up the immediate area and still providing light as it slowly fizzled out among the cold stones.