Ruby gives the lantern a firm little shake, and it suddenly warms up with white-gold light, dimmed only by the confines of the lantern's glass. She smiles at Asbjørn.

"I gave it a few modifications," Ruby admits, a touch impish. "Let's go."

No sense in wasting any of this creepy nighttime--and they're nearing the witching hour, which promises to be interesting out here.