Never forget who you are and why you are here. In peace and harmony, your magic will work great wonders. In the face of chaos and dissonance, great destruction is inevitable. After the candle is made, it may come to the hands of dangerous men. Remember this always, child.�
In the shadow of the trees Gereon reached into his satchel and removed a small candle. At first glance you might have mistaken it for food, for it was small and it had the shape of a piece of fruit. Also, this candle seemed to change shapes as Gereon placed it among the candles Moondust had crafted. Gereon raised his hand above this small candle. Billowing and curling smoke began to slowly rise from the wick. The smell of the smoke was deathly and strange. Soon the smoke began to take the shape of a man but it had the arms of a bird; some bird like man in a long robe.