Ian Rook inherits his late grandfather's guild, the Last Lantern, and with it a 4,000-gold debt. He has 30 days to find three new members, or the guild loses its charter and the bank takes everything. His only skill lights candles. He apologizes constantly. But the people he hires are convinced he's a mastermind who planned every move, and the harder Ian tries to just keep the lights on, the more legendary the Last Lantern becomes.

I write and draw ordinary people mistaken for something far more impressive: clerks taken for masterminds, cooks taken for prophets, nobodies taken for threats. Comedy first, heart second, consequences always. New episode weekly. Lunch included.