The memory of last arc's summer was still fresh in the minds of many in Magani and Desnind. When Kisaik heard them talk of it, he marveled in mingling awe and horror at the very idea of a summer without much rain. It was then, he decided, he would see himself prepared to weather the rainless summer, should it occur again. It'd also not hurt if the suit he had in mind to craft would protect him from fire as well!
Now, Kisaik had no knowledge of leathercraft, tailoring, or even the leaf-weaving of his people. So he'd had to make do getting the little coat of padded cloth from a weaver and tailor around Desnind. It wasn't hard to find one that was willing to make one for him, in fact they seemed downright amused to be making an outfit that was fit for a child's doll. But Tunawa was no child's doll. He was a mighty knight, and accomplished alchemist. He would have his suit of fire-resistant padded cloth.
He had a simple ritual and a few materials in mind. With a bit of song and dance, and a bit of chemistry thrown in for good measure, he was confident that he could accomplish the result he wished.
So he ventured into the deep woods on the outskirts of Magani, going east, away from the badlands. His cavani cloak whipped around him as his armor tinked and clinked away as he moved. Although the armor he wore was made of metal, he had enchanted it with a special potion to give it a plant-like appearance. You know, just to fit in with his people still.
Yet, something was different on Kisaik's arrival to Magani. As if they sensed something different about him. It struck him as odd. Tunawa weren't a people who shunned adventure or exploration. They celebrated their heroes on return. Perhaps it was the fact that he was magical now? Had he let that cat out of the bag too soon? Perhaps the tunawa weren't prepared for magic.
All the same, Kisaik soldiered on into the forest with his squire, Alaiwa, to seek out a stone that retained some of the damp coldness of the prior seasons. He walked alongside his squire and apprentice, and they were without their mounts. Kisaik felt it was a good idea going barefoot, to feel around the ground with their feet for the proper conditions. Even so, Alaiwa was breathing heavily, exhausted as he carried Kisaik's domain bag of many things on his back. Technically the bag was weightless, but it still had bulk to it that the smaller tunawa sometimes struggled with.
"Alaiwa! Hurry along, we're almost there now..."