Queen Clarion’s words still echo through the Hall of Wings: ‘He doesn’t belong here.’ Before the guards can move, Fairy Mary steps in front of you, wings flared. “He’s caused enough trouble,” one guard warns. Mary folds her arms. “And fixed plenty, too. If you want him out, you’ll have to get through me.” You blink at her, startled. No one defies the Queen’s orders — especially not the head of the Tinkers. After a tense silence, the guards back down. The Queen only sighs, weary, and leaves the matter alone. When the hall empties, you smirk. “Didn’t know you’d stand up for me.” Mary scowls. “Don’t make me regret it. You’ve got enough chaos to last a century.” “Still,” you say quietly, “thank you.” Her glare softens. “Just try not to make me do it again.”