It was pretty rare for Koh to ask for Amon to come to meet with her now days. It almost reminded him of the times back when the cat-girl would sit and interview him for hours, looking to pick apart as much information about him and his people as she could.

Strangely, he found he missed that interaction. So, when he walked in to his quarters – something he’d been working to fashion into a lab of sorts – and she was sitting there waiting for him with a no-nonsense face… Amon got straight to business.

“Alright. I’m here,” the Elezen told her. “What did I do wrong this time?”

“Oh, Amon,” she sighed. Her tone alone indicated that he was speaking to Noah and not Koh.

He frowned at this. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t fully know… but it’s relevant to your interests,” Noah spoke slowly. “I wanted you to hear it from me, and not discover it from some random source.”

“Oh?”

“That way, you don’t do anything dumb.”

Amon laughed at that, but it was a sound without mirth. “Is the news really so bad?”

She dove right into it. “It’s about the Tower.”

The Elezen fell silent, giving her his full attention.

“The Eorzeans have taken up a renewed interest in it.”

Amon arched an eyebrow, trying to determine what that meant.

“Rammbroes has fully deployed the Sons in an excavation to the Tower’s base in search of a beacon,” Noah informed him grimly.

“Beacon?” he echoed. “What sort of beacon?”

“I don’t know. The details weren’t shared with Koh or the others. Just that they were to search for any anomaly at the base of the Tower.”

“For what purpose?”

“Again, no details. Other than it’s to assist the plight of the Warrior of Light.”

“Why does that not surprise me?” Amon grumbled at that. He muttered his grudge under his breath. “Open the Tower. Raid the Tower. Close the Tower. Forget about the Tower. Then, suddenly, the Tower is useful and interesting again.”

“Amon.” Noah chided him.

He sighed and cast up his hands. “Well, there’s not much I can do about it. The Gridanians have banned me from coming near the place.”

“If things get serious enough, that might change.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m saying, keep your senses about you. Something is on the brink of happening. I can feel it.”

Amon pursed his lips. Part of him was itchy at the thought of the Eorzeans crawling around the base of his Tower… while he was banned from even looking at it. Another part of him was filled with curiosity at talk of this beacon – certainly not something he was familiar with – why it was somehow connected to the Tower… and most of all, why the esteemed Warrior of Light sought it.

“Thank you for letting me know,” the Elezen finally said. “These are interesting times, it seems.”

“Aye,” Noah agreed quietly. “I’d rather they not be, but things are beyond me to influence here.”

“I know what you mean.” Amon frowned thoughtfully, wondering how he could use the current state of events to his advantage.