"Candle and flint, yeah," he says, wishing the electricity at the Inn had done more for the village night life. It's still hard to navigate after dark, and he'd rather not rig up another torch for such a tight space.

"From what I've read, we'll see how far we can go before we need it. That room they found had florescent lighting, that must have some reach." How well it meets up with the daylight is anyone's guess, but he'd rather conserve light for the trip home, if they have to make it after sunset.

He walks over to the tree, looping the nylon rope around a juncture of branches; it might hold for a bit even if untied. "Did your plan to climb the walls involve knowing how to tie a knot?"