"...Steal fire." What. "I can do you one better, mm?"

It is a simple thing, after all. He pulls a length of oiled cloth from a pouch at his belt, binds it around one end of the bark and sparks it with flint and steel. Soon enough they've a torch all their own. Traveling in the deep roads this is common enough practice with the Dwarves, and though it has been years? Some habits are best to keep. "Behold. Fire."