ignis wallked through his home, his fortress, his sanctuary. he felt the warm built-in heaters warm his feet. he rubbed a hand across the hard black stone walls of the cave house. he entered his large industrial bakery and checked on his automated cookie production. smelling a cookie ignis siged and eat it. moving onwards to his planning room. around a round table there was 5 hooded and masked people. his generals. his protectors.
"has all copper been left behind?" ignis asks
"all copper that has wound up in the fortress has been destroyed." one of his genarals replied.
"good. anti-epic cookie production?" ignis asked again
"none at all. we cant work out how to make most of the cookies." a different geranal replied.
"Any epics that want to join us? non-epics?"
"still looking."
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