“Oh, and the revenant speaks!” Goldtooth exclaimed, gesturing to Handy with a claw before sitting back on the ornately carved chair. It was still early morning, and the cold daylight illuminated the richly appointed room from half-drawn curtains. Despite its ornamentation, this room had the lived-in, used feel of a room that had seen its fair share of kingdom-defining decrees and negotiations take place. “I was wondering whether or not I was seeing things, or whether Gethrenia had managed to piece together a golem in the vague shape of the instigator of this entire mess. But no, go ahead, speak. I am glad I was mistaken and I can actually get the blacksmith’s char on the matter.”