Mo wasn't a prefect, but since he was Botros' favorite (no, really, the dude was MO'S favorite, but samesies), he decided to take a handful of torches and pass them along as well. "Just take the whole bunch and pass them down," he instructed as he handed off but one of his armful.

The last one was his.

Now, then... first things first. Mo tucked the torch under one arm and sorted through the rune set he kept in his bag. They were tidily in order, as he liked his supplies to be kept, so it was easy to go right to his Kenaz. The rest were tucked back away, so that he could focus on the task at hand. Rune to palm. Wand to rune. It was a little awkward, and Mo wondered how those with smaller palms and shorter fingers managed it.