"Right then," a voice musrd from under the voluminous folds of a black cloak, the crimson crystal atop the hood catching the dim light. The small figure peered around the place. "The Dark Wizard requires… specific components for the ritual. And I am tasked with procuring them."

They gestured with a hand emerging from a sleeve, holding aloft a flickering candle that burned with unsettling crimson flames. "First, a dewdrop from a moonpetal bloom. They only open under the direct gaze of a gibbous moon and absorb its ethereal luminescence. Ooooo, so fascinating! The way light can be captured in a bottle!"