To Whom It May Concern

Ignis had been acting secretive lately, but he had an inkling of an idea why. A few days ago he had asked him to help him find materials for something, and Ace didn't quite know what that might be until more materials were gathered and the thought dawned on him. He wanted to make something, though who for he wasn't sure until he had been asked to meet his nephew outside of Abaven where Actaea couldn't accidentally stumble upon them. That had been the giveaway, so after several minutes of waiting after Ignis had left, he too made his way out of Abaven.

The night was warm and dry, promising absolutely no rain and a thick, dry night. The feeling made his fur prickle uncomfortably. He felt dried up like a raisin sitting out in the sun. He couldn't remember the last time the eastern lands felt like this, but perhaps when he had been around that damned volcano. He didn't particularly like the heat anymore, especially since he had been spending most of his life away from the jungle he had been born into. He hated the humidity and the feeling it gave him. Which was why he doubted he'd claim lands in the East...the weather just felt too unpredictable sometimes.

He climbed a slope, feeling a little out of breath after breathing in the dry air. Likewise, his companions didn't seem as animated as before, but they pressed on until they saw Ignis sitting on the hill. "Boy, I hope you didn't drag us out in this heat for nothing." He grumbled like an old man for once. He reached his nephew and bumped his shoulder as he set his eyes on the stone and the materials that were laid upon it.