He bought so much useless shit in Atlantis, that's when he got enough things. Scattered papers litter the floor, sitting next to all sorts of awful shell-themed bric-a-brac. There's a shell windchime, one of those small boxes that's entirely covered in shells, it's a little bit like Florida tourist trap meets useless academic up in this joint.

Strange starts to scrape off the wax from the table, using his claws instead of a knife or anything like that. He talks as he does so.

"I didn't get the creature's name," which was really smart on the faerie's part. "It has wings and seems to specialize in ice magic. It mentioned the word 'Arcadia'--I'm not entirely certain if that's a kingdom or a realm itself." After all, the realm of faerie had different kingdoms back in their world. It's entirely possible that could be the same with other realms.

By now, Strange has scraped up enough wax that he can offer it to Childermass. It's not that much, just about the size of a bottle cap. But hey, better than nothing.