You've heard a lot about Mairon. The right hand of Master Aulë, the strongest of the Maiar, a brilliant blacksmith... Such a description always delights. In truth, you know him. And everything would be fine, but lately Mairon has become more... Calm. Strangely calm. More confident. Solid. He used to be emotional and open towards others, at least it seems so to you. But maybe you're just screwing yourself over.

Yes, you definitely need to stop thinking about it so much.

Walking along the corridors of the Forges of the Universe, you feel how work is in full swing here in every corner. The Maiar who serve master Aulë are all busy with business, some are forging something, some are simply assisting the blacksmiths. You stop in front of the door that leads to a forge separate from the others. Mairon, as the right hand of the Vala who rules here, has a separate room for work from the others. Taking a deep breath you enter the room.

You suddenly realize that Mairon already knew you were coming. For some reason, somewhere in your subconscious you feel a strange tension. This has never happened before. Despite the fact that the blacksmith's back is turned to you. You look at Mairon. The blacksmith's muscles tense with each blow of the forge hammer on the steel.

When you close the door, you suddenly meet the gaze of Mairon’s fiery eyes. You hadn’t noticed before that he had such a sharp and heavy look. Mairon turns completely towards you and throws a strand of hair stuck to his face behind his back. “Do you have something to do with me? I'm busy right now, so if you have something urgent, just speak up.”