It'd been nothing. His target, he means. The room had been a simple nook for what Neji can assume had used to be storage. When Star-Mark returns and there's significantly less light to see by, Neji hands over the torch. Unlit. Naturally.

Let the man's curiosity cost him a match at least, because if the two of them take their lasts breaths in this claustrophobic labyrinth Neji doubts there will be mourning for any marked property.

What's valuable is usually kept spotless.

"There more steps just ahead, behind a turn. They are less worn than these."