"It's been...trying" Arandur said after flinching a 2nd time. The Storyteller was about to ask about the flinching, but a 2nd voice chiming in once again sidelined all thoughts of Arandur's flinching once again.
"Indeed" Sadron said "But the conflict is over now, one way or another. A new threat has taken its place, one that threatens all of us. But more on that later, once everyone is here".
"Of course" The Storyteller said as Sadron took his seat and produced his pipe.
"Nothing quite like a good smoke, eh?" Sadron commented as he lit the tobacco.
"I couldn't agree more" The Storyteller replied before putting down his tea and reaching into his magic satchel for his own pipe, not noticing the looks the High Elves exchanged. The Storyteller quickly had his pipe ready and his tobacco lit. He admired Sadron's smoke ship before puffing out a vast mountain range with peaks that reached for the clouds.

"What do you think, Storyteller, of the state of affairs in Aetherion?" Sadron asked "I trust you've had a good look around since the last Council".
The Storyteller opened his mouth to reply, but closed it when someone addressed them.
"So, uhh, I got your letter" Tiberius said.