Ember Spools
The Window won't buy these. Old Snast wants them back.
Deep ember-orange thread, waxed and wound tight — Old Snast's own binding thread, the stuff he fashions the Arcs with, dropped on his rounds through the dark.
The Morning Market Window won't take it: nobody in Halloway buys Snast's thread back to him, and nobody argues with him about it either. Keep them. Every spool is counted here and stays here.
What he wants them for, he hasn't said. He never explains a fitting before it's done. But the Glimmery has a ledger, the ledger has a page for thread, and the page has your name on it.
—Ember Spools in your Satchel