"Is it here? Are you sure?" Handy hissed. The moonlight spilled into the dank cellar from behind him, causing his helmet to gleam and sparkle, almost giving it a halo. The effect was spoiled as its front was cast into shadow, serving only to emphasize the sharper angles of the helmet all the more. He cast the expensive brick about at full luminosity. He didn’t have time to fiddle around lighting his witch torch and deal with his pyrophobia.