If you have wondered what the craftsmen have been bent over lately: it is the lantern itself. The one every hunter carries. It lies on the workbench, opened with care, its parts laid out in order — and its flame still burning while the work goes on.
This is not a new lantern. It is the same one, reforged — the housing rebuilt from the ground up, so it can carry everything the coming years will ask of it.
Some of the work you can already feel: the lantern finally obeys the mute. Tell it to be silent and it stays silent — and it remembers your choice, which it never used to do.
The rest will arrive when it is ready. We will not promise dates; the Keeper has seen what happens to promised dates. We will say only this: the flame does not go out during the work. It never has.