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Hostor put down his crossbow, drew his sword, and cut down several large branches from the nearby trees.
"Daar, help me gather some cobwebs. By wrapping them around the branches, we can create torches, albeit temporary ones. And one more thing," Redram took a flask of alcohol from his bag and handed it to the elf. "This is excellent moonshine. And it burns well. I hate to part with it, but right now it might be more useful. When things get tough, pour the alcohol on the sword, and one of us will light it with a torch. Maybe it will work."