The other seller at he market have been out for a bit on a long trip, but the Candlemaker decided to stay. He lounged around in his cove, hard at work making his candles. He dipped his ladle into the melted wax, pouring them into the metal moulds and setting them aside to harden. His many hands grabbed at the moulds he’d set out a few hours prior and pried them open, ignoring the hot metal against his calloused skin. He examined the candles and set them off to the side with his other candles, all perfectly made for the next spellcaster in need of ritual candles. He didn’t look up as you walked in, swirling his ladle in the wax before filling more moulds. “Back for another purchase, spellcaster? Or in need of a bit of advice?”