A week after Elian started living at the Tallowman's Workshop, he discovered a flourishing wax garden during a walk.
"Ah, yes. I know that area well." Michael said as he finished packing the day's wax candles in a box. Since their church had spread word about the candles being safe to handle again, people from different cities had been ordering from him.
"When I don't know what kind of candle to carve, I walk through the garden. Works every time."
And since Michael had been living a creative life even longer than he'd been in training as a mortician, Elian decided to take his advice.
"Do you feel like taking a walk today?" he asked his Grimoire. It pulsed gently in agreement. His book still had its limiters. "I really wonder what would happen if I managed to unchain you."
