Andelill

Andelill makes candles. All shapes, sizes, and colors, almost entirely from the bees tended to by Cheloninae, day in and day out. He seems like he's always been in the clan, scales shining in the light from the fires he burns, a thousand tiny wicks. There are rumors that he makes candles because he's afraid of the dark, or that he's trying to make himself out of wax. Andelill never responds to the rumors. He simply continues to make his candles, day in and day out, selling them to whoever will buy them, even the Beastclans. He's a master at his craft, but he doesn't let it get to his head. Just as he doesn't respond to ridicule, he also ignores praise. In fact, Andelill seems to ignore everything that isn't wax and wick, even the hatchlings he is rumored to have once sired. One thing everyone knows, though, is that you shouldn't try to goad him into talking. There sure it will be bad, even if nobody actually knows what will happen if you try to do that. Except for Andelill himself.