Antonio nods to the other Antonio as he steps past. As the others file in, he asks, "I don't suppose any of you bothered with a light source? Didn't think so."<br/><br/>As the outer door closes, shrouding the group in dank darkness, Antonio mutters something. Softly at first, a bluish were-light grows from the head of Antonio's walking stick. Bluish light dances along black-on-black runes painted into the stick, until the head is shrouded in the phantom flame. The makeshift torch doesn't illuminate much, but it is enough for the group to see with.<br/><br/>"There. Now, shall we?"