<br/>I head into the room, grabbing as many chuncks of wood as I can reasonably fit into my bag, and carefully wrapping the top of each with a generous amount of cloth. I grab the five candles as well, sliding the slim wax rods in fairly easily as well. I put the matches in my pocket, and spend a moment looking for a flask or the like which would hold the oil more easily - but that's really not top priority. I make a final wooden torch and coat it in oil, heading down the steps with a match at the ready.<br/><br/>As soon as I am out of the light falling through the doorway, I light the match and torch, holding it aloft as I move carefully down the stairs. I've moved the pistol to the waistband of my pants, and I keep a hand near it as I head into the basement.