“Thanks buddy, hope you enjoy,” Silas said.
The guard grunted and placed the torch back in the sconce. Silas stepped back from the door and took a few puffs on the cigar, getting the ember nice and hot. He set it down so the burning tip touched the pile of dust, then stepped back and turned away.
Similar to magnesium, it took a moment to light, but when it caught the light would be blinding. He saw the back of the room light up like a spot light had turned on behind him and heard the loud hiss of the dust igniting.
“What the hell is going on in there?” The guard called from outside.
“Ah, ah, ah, Coth said not to open the door, no matter what,” Silas said.
The guard had taken the words literally; he didn’t open the door. The dust burned out quickly and Silas reached into the hole c
