Alfric dropped the makeshift torch on the floor and stamped it out. "You keep it." He said, kicking the last of the flames out. "You might need it."
He glanced up at Fawn, lighting a candle for himself from hers, and then backing away into the storeroom.
The candle wasn't quite as bright as the torch had been, but far more reliable, and would last far longer. He walked around the perimeter of the wall, stopping at an old wardrobe shrouded in cobwebs. As he began brushing back the webs, he noticed the carvings in the wood. Pure oak, warm and bright, intricately engraved with images of thistles and wild flowers. It didn't seem to have lost any of its original charm, only, it had been forgotten. Left behind with the milk to curdle. He sighed and placed the candle between his teeth, grabbing the latch on the door. The thing practically fell open, dust rising up into the air like a cloud of smoke. Alfric removed the candle from his mouth and coughed into the crook of his arm, cursing. He lit up the inside of the closet and peered inside. Whatever had once been in there was no longer wearable attire - time had clearly taken its toll, and what time couldn't do, the moths did for it. He placed the candle gently on the floor, careful not to kill the flame, and then used his hand to rummage through the clothes. At the very back, behind a pair of moth-eaten trousers, he found a large box. He wiped the dust from it and yanked it from the wardrobe as best as he could with one arm. Using the dim light of the candle he found the lip of the lid and pushed his fingers underneath it, pulling the top of the box off and dropping it on to the floor next to him.
Hopefully the damage is minimal.. I haven't heard much about it.)
