Far to the North, there remained a Statue not yet claimed by the royalty. Its dispassioned, cold gaze was a stark contrast to the empty servitude seen in your normal Statue. This Statue was bound to the North, not by choice, but by necessity. Its maker was the Original Metallurgist, who had crafted a unique Statue from a rare metal that seemingly had no real purpose. Perhaps It too, was touched by the Metallurgist's madness. This particular Statue was made from a metal that melted at room temperature, and thus, It could only remain in the North, where the frigid temperatures kept Its body functioning and solid.

It was the only Statue known to have no love nor affinity for the royals, yet It served them all the same out of deference for Its former master. Due to Its properties, It remained in a limbo state in the hierarchy- too pretty to be a peasant metal, too weak to be an industrial metal, and too selfish to be a noble metal. Thus, it remained in the North to serve the royals if they should choose to visit the North or stay within the Winter Hold, a place designed to shelter the Royal Family when they rarely chose to winter there.

So how, in particular, does such a unique Statue spend its time when it's not serving the Royals?

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"Galla, here's some goat milk. Take it to the smith, yeah?"

Well, mostly it was spent running errands and doing chores. The Statue was nicknamed 'Galla', due to the metal it was fashioned from, Gallium. The Gallium Statue had earned Its name from the village's only blacksmith.

This blacksmith had been an apprentice to a Metallurgist, but his skills were too lacking to serve in the Capital, and thus he was forgotten and left behind. He was also the only one capable of servicing and maintaining the Statue. And, more than that...

"Galla, you got me milk? You're the best!" The Smith lightly bumped his fist on the Statue's chest, grinning wryly. That's right. The two of them were what you might call 'friends', or at least, that was the Statue's understanding. It did not think like a normal person did, after all. The Statue raised Its hand and made a few gestures.  "The kids? Oh you mean the baby. Yeah, Marcie had a kid. Pretty great, isn't it?"

It was not, in fact great, The Statue found 'babies' to be quite noisy. It had witnessed the birth firsthand, and had subsequently affirmed to itself that Humans were terrifying in a biological sense. When It communicated this to the Smith, he started laughing for some reason. For some reason this displeased the Statue.