Amid the rhythmic clangs of Andre's hammer against hot metal in the bustling place of his smithery, a shadow flits across his anvil. Looking up, he notices a raven gracefully descending, its feathers shimmering in an otherworldly glow. In its beak, a parchment bearing the news of Aedan's decision and Jolie's new role. as Andre reads the missive, his expression shifting from focused intensity to a thoughtful acknowledgment “Well, well... moons wax and wane, and here we stand in the shadow of change. Elaine, a new hand guiding Mitrona's destiny. A diplomatic dance awaits her, and I ponder the reception she'll find... Times are shifting, and the fate of Mitrona echoes in the forest.” With a contemplative nod, He sets the parchment aside, his gaze lingering on the distant horizon. The flames in his forge beckon him back. He takes a deep breath, the scent of molten metal filling his lungs, and with a determined focus, he returns to his work