As Oliver reaches the second floor, his footsteps echo through the corridor. Taking a sharp left turn, he enters a gilded hallway adorned with a carpet in a vibrant shade of apple. Coming to a halt, he reaches out and grasps the doorknob to his right, twisting it and pushing the door open.

     A veil of empty darkness shrouds the room, casting an eerie ambience. Oliver raises his right hand and snaps his fingers. Then, all the candles on the chandeliers burst into luminous flames.

     The darkness surrendered to brilliant light, revealing walls of pristine white embellished with exquisite golden panelling. A canopy bed with white sheets stood, illuminated by the surrounding candles. Oliver surveyed the room from left to right before stepping inside.

     Making his way to the right corner of the room, Oliver pulls out a chair and sits. Before him is a desk covered in a sea of letters. His jaw drops, and his brows furrow at the sight of countless letters before him.

     Oliver tightens his lips as he gazes at the scattered mail on the table. He picks up one letter, and his eyes immediately dart to the top left of the paper. Leaning his face closer to the letter, he lets out a deep sigh and reads the address.

"The City Hall of Hannsbarnne...?" he murmured.

     Thoughts and assumptions swirled in Oliver's mind as he gazed at the letter before him. His gaze slowly lowered. Then, he began reading.

Oliver's eyes traced the elegantly penned words on the parchment as he read aloud. "Dear Oliver Podeshire..." he began. "...I, the Chief of Hannsbarnne, humbly beseech your assistance in a time of need," Oliver paused, allowing the weight of the request to settle in the air before continuing in measured tones. "A calamity, unforeseen and devastating, has befallen our cherished homeland. It is with great urgency that we turn to you, for it is your extraordinary elemental powers alone that can mend the ravages caused by this disaster," Oliver read. "...Our peaceful cities and towns grace the pinnacle of a plateau. However, on a fateful day, a catastrophic landslide destroyed the mountainside," Oliver's breath trembled. "The roads that connected the summit to the valley below now lie shattered. The very arteries of our land have been severed, leaving our people stranded amidst the wreckage. In this hour, we seek your aid, Mr Podeshire, for only within the depths of your formidable elemental prowess lies the key to rebuilding our fractured homeland. Your capabilities, renowned and unparalleled, hold the promise of restoration," Oliver paused as he took a deep breath through his nose. "...We seek your presence in our noble city, where hope flickers amidst the darkness, and implore you to alleviate our plight. May your response be a balm to our weary souls... sincerely yours... Christopher Jefferson... Chief of Hannsbarnne..."

     Oliver fell into a contemplative silence, sealing his lips shut as he stared at the words written across the paper. The letter weighed on him, causing his breath to hitch momentarily. Oliver tightened his grip and took a deep breath, releasing a heavy sigh.

     Suddenly, an abrupt burst of urgent knocks reverberates through the room, shattering the stillness. The forceful pounding persists. Yet, Oliver remains transfixed on the letter before him. Seconds turn into eternity as he grapples with the decision at hand. Breaking free from his reverie, Oliver carefully places the mail on the desk.

"Come in!" Oliver called out.

The door swung open, and Gregory hurriedly stepped into the room. "Oli!"

Oliver's brows furrowed. "Greg, what's wrong?" he asked in concern.

     Gregory enters the room, releasing his grip on the ornate golden doorknob. A folded letter rests in his hands, its edges slightly creased from his anxious hold. As he walks forward, he furrows his brows and locks his eyes on his spouse.

"What is it? What's that on your hand?" Oliver questioned, his eyes flickering between Gregory and the letter clutched in his hand.

"Oli," Gregory sighed heavily. "It's a mail from Sophia."

"What happened? You look worried," Oliver probed, raising a brow.

"I..." Gregory's voice trailed off as his gaze dropped.

"Come," Oliver said. "Here. Take a seat."

     Oliver stands up from his seat. He crosses the room and reaches for a nearby chair. His fingers curl around its sturdy frame as he pulls it towards him, creating a space by his side. Oliver then positions the chair next to his seat on the desk.

"Okay, so what happened?" Oliver asked as he returned to his seat.

Gregory took a seat beside Oliver and began to share the unsettling news. "You won't believe what happened in Sophia's place," he said.

"In Hannsbarnne?" Oliver interjected, his eyebrows furrowing.

Gregory nodded solemnly, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "Yes," he confirmed.

Oliver leaned forward. "Tell me." He asked, "What happened there?"

Gregory took a deep breath and began to explain with his gaze fixed on the floor. "There was a disaster in Hannsbarnne," he stated. "Sophia said that the side of the plateau collapsed. A landslide destroyed the roads, leaving people stranded on higher and lower grounds. She's reaching out for our help..."

Oliver's eyes dropped to the ground, absorbing the weight of the news. Slowly, he glanced at the letter in his hand, a mail from the Chief of Hannsbarnne. His brows furrowed further in disbelief. "What?" Oliver muttered.

Gregory, noticing Oliver's reaction, peered at the letter. "What's that?" Gregory asked.

Oliver extended the letter towards Gregory. "A letter from the Chief of Hannsbarnne," Oliver replied softly. "Take a look."

     Oliver hands the letter to Gregory, and Gregory takes it, grasping it firmly. Gregory spreads his legs and inclines his body as he reads its contents intently. As he reaches the end of the letter, his lips tighten, and a flicker of concern passes over his face.

"Do you think this is a legitimate letter from the chief or a practical joke?" Oliver queried. "Or is it an impish attempt at identity theft?"

Gregory's eyes remained fixed on the letter as he continued to read. "I don't think so," Gregory replied. "This mail bears the unmistakable mark of the legitimate Chief of Hannsbarnne."