Ah, good to see you returned─and unharmed, at that! How did your search go? Well, I hope.
Let us see here. Ah, an old bottle of spirits, though not a drop left to drink. A pity, that. Anyhow, the size is perfect for my purposes.
Now, what do we have here? Ah, a perfume bottle. A touch on the small side, no getting around that, but usable in its own way. Oh, smell that? It's managed to retain some of its scent. Imagine the aroma it will produce once we've added heat!
As you know, for the Garleans, the flame is all. It is said that when our ancestors first arrived in this blighted, frigid land, they lived long in darkness, unable to breathe fire into their world.
What they lacked in magic, though, they made up for in guile. They took what fat and oils they could from the animals of these wilds and chased away their shadows. Until, of course, they at last learned to extract ceruleum from Cerulea Ingens.
But like those first settlers before me, I will carve out a bright spot of hope in this darkness with these lanterns. Thank you for all that you've done, truly.