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Gryphos:
--Cathedral Merchant District--

Michael
"Well I'll be damned."

Michael watched on as Alex entered the bank.

Michael
"That guy's really eager to withdraw some savings, huh."

He had intended to be speaking to the rest of Griffinheart's crew behind him, but he heard no response, or rather, a response not of a voice he recognised.

"Well it is festival season."

Michael turned round to see, instead of his crew, a brown-cloaked, fairly attractive woman with sharp green eyes. Michael shrugged.

Michael
"Do I know you?"

She removed her hood to reveal long, red hair.

"No, probably not, but we do have a mutual friend. My name's Lyre."

Michael pondered for a second. He had many friends over the course of his time. But then he saw, on a rooftop behind Lyre, an eagle, much lighter in plumage than Roc, sitting still and looking straight at him.

Michael
"How do you know Gareth?"

Lyre
"Long story."

Michael
"It's a long way back to the ship. Come."

They set off from the scene at the bank just as the robbers were being apprehended. While, on the rooftops, the eagle followed.

Piemanlives:
Despite the distance to the medical station, he managed to keep the wounded man alive long enough to get him there. Of course he had to utilize his basic medical training to make it happen but it was well worth saving the life of a man, who turned out to be a father of three. It helped that the oldest was of working age so that while he was recovering they still had some form of income.

Alex
"You know you don't need to thank me, I was doing my civic duty."

He was assisting the older man back to his residence, the area wasn't half bad, a bit average but there are worse places to live.

Alex
"We'll here we are, I hope you can get inside on your own?"

"I have the key right here, but thank you again, I don't think I would've made it without you."

Alex
"Well when all is said in done, I only did what a sensible person would do, by the way how did they miss a bleeding man anyways?"

"They mean well, they just have a one track mind sometimes but they mean well."

Alex
"I don't think I caught your name."

"Daniel Robertson, I run a trading firm in the city, now listen" he lowered his voice slightly "If you ever need a favor come to me and I'll see what I can do about it."

Alex
"Well that's mighty considerate of you, I have to head back to the bank and make a withdrawal. You'd best recover now, I'll check up on you tomorrow."

Daniel R.
"I'll be fine, now run along I have some paper work to fill out."

Alex
"I don't envy you."

The two shared a quick laugh before Alex ran off to the bank to make the withdrawal.

--Cathedral Port--

Alex was running late again, Richard was having a drink at the parlour just across from the dock yard. They were in the process of replacing the old worn out guns with the ones they scavenged a few days ago which meant, he was useless. He wasn't much of a handyman, he was a pilot and an expert navigator, he was also useless with a hammer. It wasn't that he couldn't use one, but compared to the rest of the crew why bother trying? He was also drinking coffee which is something he wouldn't normally do, frankly he was nervous, someone who he thought was only a past memory had somehow found him and he-

"Well well well, look who's here."

God how he hated his ex-wife Reagan, the women was like a demonic hell hound sometimes, a blond, rambunctious, inconsiderate, arrogant one at that, and this time however the captain wasn't around to bail him out of it.

Reagan
"So what's a man like you doing out in this prissy little city?"

Prissy? There wasn't a prissy thing about this place, well maybe the merchant district to some degree.

Richard
"Alright women, what the hell do you need? I have a schedule to keep and you're keeping me from it."

Reagan
"Aww, is that anyway to talk to a former lover?"

God that voice was so condescending he wanted to punch the source of it so bad.

Richard
"God damn it, do you have business or not?! If you don't get out of my sight!"

Reagan
"Aww, I just wanted to talk."

God this was going to be a long day.

DMaximus:
--Faberia--

As the crew of the Venusian Might made their way into town they could hear a cry of  "Knives sharpened, fortunes told! Pots mended, goods for sale! The tinkers stuck in this forsaken town!"The cry is followed by a string of curses.

Once they reach the town square, they see a man sitting in front of a horse-drawn, but currently horseless, cart. The man is dressed plainly, but well. Of average height and build with a well trimmed beard, he is mainly distinguished by the large cast on his left leg. The cart is topped by a large sign proclaiming "D. Maximus, Tinker". Underneath is a smaller one, listing services and goods offered. Scattered among the more mundane items the men find some rather unlikely claims, such as "the future", "ancient sciences", "various relics", and "living mechanisms".

When the tinker sees the crew of the Venusian Might, he stops his stream of invectives and starts madly signaling them over. "You!" He shouts, " you're the crew of that junker! I need to get out of here, and you're my ride!"   

Gryphos:
--Griffinheart--

Michael and Lyre were leaning against a guard rail on which Lyre's eagle was perched. On closer examination by Michael, the bird, as well as being of a very light plumage, had specks of black beneath its eyes and a ribbon tied around one of its legs.

Lyre
"She's called Garuda."

Michael
"Much prettier than Roc."

He stroked Garuda's head, before turning to face Lyre.

Lyre
"Ah, Roc, I remember that bird, always so... bossy."

Michael
"Yeah, anyway, let me get the story straight. You 'adventured' with Gareth years ago, before I met him, and split because... Well?"

Lyre
"We were quite the team, but our 'adventuring' well, wasn't always exactly... smiled upon by governments."

Michael
"Did this 'adventuring' perhaps involve 'liberating' goods from merchant ships."

Lyre
"Maybe. Anyway, one day we were caught, or rather, he was caught by the Yeshans and imprisoned. And I didn't have the ability or means to stage a breakout, so I left him."

Michael
"And haven't seen him since."

Lyre
"It was difficult to leave, but I had to. And now he's back, taking any job that puts fuel in the engines."

Michael
"So what now? You going to go back out 'adventuring' with Gareth when he gets back here, and leave the Griffinheart."

Lyre
"Only if he wants to."

Michael gave out a sigh and checked his watch.

Michael
"Should be back relatively soon, we'll find out then."

Plasmarobo:
--Faberia--

Plasma stops short with mouth hanging open. His eyes run from the beard, to the cart, to the cast in turn.
The wonder bleeds slowing into a glowering appraisal. He glances at Gareth, then Mill, then Imagine.

After a moment of consideration, a smile twists his lips and he shrugs.

Plasma
"Well Mr. Maximus, the cart might be a bit much. I'll of course have to charge you an expedited rate base on the weight of your freight."

He startles himself with the rhyme, then shakes his head. He raises a hand, finger pointing to the cart.

Plasma
"In all seriousness, fuel isn't cheap. I suggest you limit your cargo to whatever you feel you can afford. But we'll take you as far as Cathedral. I'm sure you can make appropriate arrangements there."

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