Candleberry Jam

Come in, come in! You must be weary. Our humble home of Huzal is a marvel of many facets, but convenience is not one of them. Rest yourself and tell an old man the tale of your travels. I hear tell the mainland’s not as safe as it used to be. Was that so for you?

Forgive me. My nature gets the better of me.

You didn’t come all this way just to sate my curiosity. What can the town of Huzal do for you? You haven’t the look of traders, if I may say so, and the library is rarely a first stop for folks with money on their mind. Perhaps you’ve come to see the shrine of Candlewood Grove? Well, you’re in luck! The berries are in full harvest, and sunset’s right round the bend. Until then, unburden yourself. Peruse our shelves or grab a bide down at the Lamplighter. Your things will be safe here. Nothing bad happens in Huzal. Well. Not these days, they don’t.