Norri smirks mischieviously as he passes his hand through the flame of the torch without it being burnt.
"Magic," he says with a broad grin, "It never goes out and can't burn you. Quite nifty I think, a bargain too, couldn't resist."
He hands it to either Tarowyn or Bhartus depending on who accepts it first. Then he picks his crossbow up again and goes to look down into the hole. He gives a thumbs up after he loads and shoulders his crossbow.
"We gotchas covered," he says.