"Oh? And what do these tales say? Sometimes these legends hide truths of the tellers, even if the content is fanciful. If you don't mind indulging me that is." 

Seb's tone is casual, as though the topic is just conversation.

Between small bites to his food, the ambassador keeps talking. 

"Oh not much... is more a fairy tale told to the children for them to behave... Long ago, when our country was being formed, only one person refused the wisdom of the Chosen, Old Lomark, who eventually end her days alone somewhere in the mountains, afar from the wisdom and civilization the Chosen brought to us" the cacophony of the two voices keeps giving to the tale a kreep feeling. "The moral of the history is that is better to live in harmony under the Chosen leadership that alone in a cave lost in the mountains. We honestly don't think this woman had ever existed in the first place, but as you said legends sometimes hide truths... if by any chance you discover some archeological proof of her existance, it would be quite the discovery and an amusing entertainment for Riedrans. I look forward to the day that you could come to continue your searching." 

Molly remains in her position pretending to be Kyne's bodyguard. Her spine stiffens and skin crawls with gooseflesh as the speaker talks about 'those who refuse the wisdom of the Chosen.'

Could this Old Lornack be related somehow to her own people?

Seb nods along to the tale, listening carefully for signs of a stutter or gap that may indicate a half truth or omitted information.

"Very interesting. Thank you. I will certainly keep you in mind Nd should I discover anything relating to this tale."

The ambassador nods and he spent the rest od the dinner almost letting the Lyrandar hosts carrying the conversation. They chit chat a little bit more about Riedra and the increasing relationship with Khorvaire. Moltaris notices that he doesn't even mention her people, as if they don't even exist. 

During the desserts the Ambassador spent a little more time speaking with the two Lyrandar captains before wishing the party a good journey and assuring them that they are looking forward to meet them again. 

They go back to their inn and have a good night rest, all except Moltaris who has a really bad feeling about all of this, but it seems that they have been able to politely refuse the ambassador invitation and the potential danger it seemed to carry. 

Just at the break of day they gather to go to their airship and start their new adventure. 

"Are we ready to board?" Tandriel d'Lyrandar seem to be on excellent humor that morning. Adressing the party from the deck of her ship her crew, the old gnome and the minotaur, where busy on the deck and nod to the party as greeting. The captain of the Mist Eagle had her long coat and the hat with a long feather on it. 

"Please come up and allow me to show you your cabins. Once you've made yourselves comfortable I will introduce you to Mister Higgywick" the gnome nodded to them "And to Grullock" the minotaur grunted. 

"Don't you think you already did Captain?" said the minotaur with a profound voice. 

Tandriel smiled... " Well, guess I just did, didn't I dear?.. but come on come on... we were in a hurry weren't we?" 

As the party boarded the airship they noticed that the elemental ring had a more intense bright than the previous day. The ship were hovering slightly higher and seemed to be swinging thanks to the wind.

Still hovering above them, the great ship that was the Golden Dragon were still on its dock but by the activity on the deck the repairing of the damage sustained the day before were almost finished. House Lyrandar would not let its new flagship to be late on it's inaugural transcontinental trip.

Moltaris appears a little more haggard than usual, but otherwise no different as the group makes its way to the Golden Eagle. She doesn't react to the introductions, her glittering eyes fixed on the Golden Dragon. Her fingers wrap around the hilt of her new sword, and its cold and implacable strength soothes the kalashtar's raw and jangling nerves.

Once their baggage is stowed, Kyne leans against the guard rail near Captain Tandriel, letting the wind play through his hair with an eager grin.

"So, Captain, what's our heading?"

      Hurosk quickly gets most of his gear - choosing to remained armed consider how the trip almost began on the Golden Dragon - put away in his cabin and returns to the main deck, excited to get the journey underway on his first voyage on an airship. "Well, this should be fun!" he says taking up a spot on the railing near Kyne. 

     He glances down at his hand grasping the rail and remembers the passenger he has in his new ring. Every been to Rierdra?

Seeing his Half-Orc compatriot arming himself just in case for the journey, Dworic decides to do the same. He's been tweaking the cooling and padding in his suit for extended wear and he's excited to test out his new boot upgrades. He arms himself completely only leaving his helmet off and on his side for social reasons. Dworic exclaims to himself and anyone who cares to listen, "Weill Ay'm excited ta be off. Cahn't wait to try some of me new toys."

Looking down at the dwarf Tandriel opens her eyes and replies

”Not trying to offend you but I hope that wouldn’t be necessary. “ she turns towards the two other members of the crew “Let’s get this baby out of here gentlemen” 

Without more words or more instructions both the gnome and the Minotaur free the airship from the dock and Tandriel focuses on controlling the air elemental trapped into the elemental ring that surrounds the ship a few feet in front of her. 
With the help of the wheel she maneuvers the airship away from the dock and made it describe a left arc while ascending. 
The Mist Eagle appears from below at the side of the Golden Dragon and she waves her hand towards the crew of the other ship. Many crew members of the Dragon salute back and cheers at them. The party can see Captain Alistair in the helm of the massive airship touching his forehead with two fingers as goodbye. 
Moltaris sees, thought, the solitaire figure of the Ambassador looking at them, ignoring the cheers and joy around him. A grey and immobile spot in the middle of deck. She feels a shiver going down her spine. What if he knows… 

“In Sarlona? “ replies tbe voice into Hurosk’s mind “Never been before.Are we going there?”

Soon the airship turns towards the northeast and climbed a little bit more. It veers a little bit to their starboard side so they can see the city becoming smaller as they gain altitude. The buildings are clearly visible from their position and the layout of the city unfolds below them until it seems to be a small toy representation of the city itself.
Some of them can’t help but acknowledge the great tactical advantage that the airships represented during the War. The air turns colder as they ascend and after making a full turn Tandriel stabilizes the Eagle and the landscape changes to rolling hills covered with vineyards.

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Moltaris sees, though, the solitary figure of the Ambassador looking at them, ignoring the cheers and joy around him. A grey and immobile spot in the middle of deck. She feels a shiver going down her spine. What if he knows… 

Moltaris squeezes the hilt of their new rapier as the Ambassador's gaze follows the Mist Eagle. Her nails bite into the hilt's wrapping and she breaks into a cold sweat trying to calm her racing heart and unquiet thoughts. "I have a really bad feeling about this..."

Seb'riel sits quietly on the deck, ignoring the other ship and the movements of her companions and the crew she spares a moment to consider the elemental ring and it's functioning before fixing her gaze squarely on the future and the safety of the journey ahead. Her hair flicks around her in the wind as the mystical energy of the weave surrounds her and forms a thread and then a path into the future.

Three days later even the excitement of being carried in an airship has dwindled a little bit among the party. 

They all use to eat and dinner together with Tandriel and the crew, and the minotaur had showed as a really decent cooker. Perhaps not as good as the half-orc of their previous ship, but his meals are tasty. 

Dworic seems to be the only one who is not starting to getting bored, testing the new implements on his armor, the boots allow him for short flights. He is anxious to test for a more extended one, to really test the range of it, but the possibility of a failure above the sea has kept him to push the limits. 

He is on the deck, with Mister Higgywick on duty at the helm when he notices something to their starboard side and a little bit above them. He sees a spark of light among the clouds there, and he looks again just to be sure it wasn't a trick of the light but he sees nothing among the white and grey clouds that dot the sky. 

The distant glint catches Kyne's eye and he turns to peer more closely at it, shading his eyes with one hand.

"Seb, what's that?"

Seb looks up, following Kyne's eye, instinctively reaching for her staff as she does so.

Both siblings follow instinctively the winds and through a patch of clouds they are crossing g and circling their vessel a Wyvern. 
Riding it they are a small figure clad in leathers and with some lizard head as a helmet so they cannot determine the exact race of the rider. 

At the other side of the Eagle, Hurosk can clearly hears another pair of leathery wings flapping but he cannot see the creature for it is hidden among the clouds. He does, however see the shadow of a third one crossing the airship below it from board to starboard. 

Spotting the creatures, Seb'riel raises her staff.

"Let's see how well they fly in a storm."

She waits to try to catch at least 2 of the riders as they overlap in a cone before twirling the staff, tangling the weave to pull clouds together, turning them dark as they begin to spit down an intense storm upon the wyverns, leaving the path ahead clear for the airship.

     "Captain! Looks like we're about to have some company," the hunter calls to Tandriel, pulling an arrow from his quiver. "I heard something flapping through the clouds and something else just passed beneath us." Hurosk hurries to the helm and places a hand on the cord to bell. "Maybe get the others up here to prepare...?" 

Kyne closes his eyes and opens his senses to the storm that Seb'riel has summoned. He feels the essence of the elemental currents swirling around him and crackling across his skin, making hairs stick up on end. Heat burns in the sorcerer's veins as he attunes to the power of the storm and, as he opens his eyes, both elements begin to manifest in the palms of the elf's hands.