There had been some running about to find the right materials and some fittings for the Kestrels- but the bulk of what Alejandro saw fit to make was something of a mystery to Zevran. A pleasant one, but a mystery none the less. The note has no true time to it- upon his triumphant return from Antiva? He heads straight for the Undercroft, humming under his breath.

"So what marvels have you made for us, Alejandro?"