{2 weeks later. Dwarven settlement.}
Two weeks had passed since the attack of the lower districts had forced our hands, and now the heavy, damp air of the capital was completely replaced by the humming energy of the Fae kingdom.
Elias, Maribel, and I stood within the subterranean cavern of the primary Dwarven settlement, where the ambient glow of molten forge-fire and luminous sylvan crystals illuminated an absolutely beautiful sight. Arranged across massive iron workbenches were batch upon batch of the completed telecommunications devices, their sleek metallic casings glinting under the magical light. I could scarcely believe my own eyes; in the mere span of three weeks, Gerald and his dedicated team of dwarves had successfully manufactured thousands of these device, achieving a feat of production that felt nothing short of miraculous.
