A quick jaunt out of the store and a careful, so very careful, handling of a closed lantern later, he got to work. He dug through the bundle of stuff, bags, and armour pieces, all bundled up in his cloak which in turn was covered in some cloth he had found in the storeroom itself. He found it and pulled out the witch torch. Placing the lantern on a crate and surreptitiously opening it from a distance by means of a small iron fire-stoker, he lit the torch. The small, caged stone burst into heatless, smokeless blue flame, and he held it before him.  