Molly shakes her head. "Disagree. We need options. Flexibility. Not being locked into point A to Point B for however many days it takes that behemoth to cruise." She shrugs and starts to move off. "Either way, we need to join back up with the others -- if you're right, we need to stop them. We can argue while we move."

"We can take the smaller ship. You are right there. The big one is not the way, too many things and too slow. But the money doesn't matter, we can make it work, I have seen it."

Lyreis looks across the sky port, his gaze passing from ship to ship, still admiring the amazing creations. From his position near Hurosk he hears him speak to Dworic about the man and the goblin, his eyebrow rises and he surreptitiously scans the crowd for the subject of the conversation. He begins to look over the area, assessing the guards and the layout with a more tactical eye. You never knew when things could go wrong, and Lyreis liked to stay on top of things like this.

Lyreis senses almost jump when he hears somekind of conmotion at the cargo ramp. It seems that one of the minotaurs that were carrying the heavy lookin crate has let it slip-off and it has fallen down. The combined strength of the other three stops it from sliding back to the decj and after some lousy recriminations they manage to put it inside the cargo hold again. 

Meanwhile the scared faced man has finally boarded the ship and is walking to the lower decks, probably to his assigned cabin. 

Moltaris and Seb'riel are reaching the top dock when they see that the man is going down and off their sights.

Kyne is stood, watching events transpire aboard the Golden Dragon and contemplating the options when he spots Moltaris and Seb joining from the from the lower level. Sidling through the crowds he waves the two over to the rest of the group.

"What did you see?" He asks his sister pointedly.

"Fog. Us. Lost, but together. I believe we should follow Dagur's lead after all." She sways a little, still unsteady on her feet as her vision slowly returns to normal. "What have you found here?"

     Hurosk watches the man that caught his attention make his way on board.  He turns to Seb'riel. "Not much. Those minotaurs are trying not to make a mess of their job. Also, saw a strange exchange between some merchant - I think, and a goblin mechanic. But I guess we don't have much to worry about since they're both on board. Must be holding a spot for the buffet. Good thing I marked him. I'm already getting a bit hungry... So, are we taking this one or the expensive one?"

After Hurosk told Dworic about the goblin he looks over to the spot squinting his eyes to see better. Noticing Seb and Moltaris coming up the stairs he gets distracted from the goblin and turns to her and asks, "Soo, uh wha' wer ya doin' with fem bones dair? Look'ed layke yu were tryin' to summon a daemon or sumthin'"

Kyne nods, pleased to see that he and Seb are finally in agreement.

"I'd rather take the Mist Eagle, but we need that discount..." he muses in response to Hurosk.

Seb dismisses Dworic's question, instead looking at the problem ahead of her. "You wish to delay the takeoff then? Some sabotage, or belief that sabotage has happened. Very dangerous though. Better to enlist one to do it on our behalf. We could convince the guards that somebody has placed an unstable elemental gem in one of the crates and that a fire elemental could be released at any time. This was clearly sabotage and they need to search the crates immediately. Or perhaps a vision of the thing being struck by lightening, convince the crew to sabotage the ship themselves to avoid the fate."

Kyne nods to Seb as he processes her suggestion.

"Do it. We need this chance."

Moltaris nods to Seb as well. "Make the call. What do you need?"

Seb closes her eyes and turns to her brother. "Him" She points to one of the guards. "He will believe you, I have seen it."

Molly leans in, looking over Kyne's shoulder at the guard. "Be bold, and mighty forces will come to your aid," she whispers, passing along a touch of Guidance.

"Get us past him, you and I, inside we can disable the ship and leave before anyone knows to follow" Seb tugs at her brother's sleeve and begins to walk towards the guard.

Kyne groans, trying come up with something that he can say to convince the guards to let them aboard.

"Good day," he tells the guard with a congenial smile when they reach him. "We're just here to drop our bags on the ship. The dockmaster is holding our tickets for us."

The guard looks to Kyne, then to the rest of the party and back to Kyne. 

"Of course Sir, please get in the line after that lady " she points to the last person on the line, an old lady with a half-orc servant to her side and a gnome carrying one bag just behind her. She is leaning on a baston but doesn't seem to need it. 

The guard motions to his companion and they make room for them to access the zone of the platform where there's the line. 

"Smoothly done." Lyreis murmurs to Kyne as they move forward. "Fates favour us, it seems." 

Molly sticks close to the flashier members of the group, taking care to move casually and not draw attention to her distinctive features. She keeps watch with her peripheral vision, though. Watching and waiting...

The queue moves at a easy pace, but non-stopping one. Finally the old woman that's just in front of them gets access to the airship and she jiggles a little when her assistant helps her cross the plankboard. 

One half-elf woman, dressed in elegant yet pratical attire, with a golden silk scarf tied around her waist and left shoulder greets the party.

"Welcome to the Golden Dragon!" she greets them with a smile "Can I see your tickets please? so my aidees here could guide you to your cabins..."