[@Vismar]

"The owner just got in. Looks like you'll get to talk to him sooner than you think. As for this blue candle... I'll leave it to you to figure it out." Conda sounds distant in the way he's speaking. 

He's feeling hungry, but not in the basic need for food, but the sanguine lust he can feel in his bones, rising with every passing hour. His only hope right now is that the meal the owner is preparing will somewhat satisfy him at least until tomorrow night.