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Mill Wilkinson:
Mill nods and walks up to the man in the carriage and tips his hat off. "Well, sir, if you like I will help you with the loading and tying up the cargo." He wasn't sure how the man had gotten there, considering his lack of horses or oxen, but it was a customer, whom was being offered a ride to Cathedral on the Venucian Might. "Anything fragile on board or any 'this side up'-loads?"

DMaximus:
"Cathedral's perfect! Really, any city larger than this dump will have the parts I need to get everything operational again.  I wouldn't worry too much about the weight or the extra fuel cost. Half the cart's weight is a refined fuel I use for various generators and experiments which is, or course, at your service. The rest is odds and ends, mainly a few casks of ale I'm brewing, some salvaged steel, old tech, and various odds and ends. I saw what was unloaded from your junker, and honestly, it won't be much more than that. It can sit on the top deck safely, the wheels fold flat fairly cleverly to facilitate transfer by airship or barge. My own design, not that I'm bragging."

"As for payment, I can pay in simple coin, if you like," he grinned, producing a large pouch flush with coin from some hidden pocket. "Of course, a tinker always knows his customer, and as a captain you'll find much more appealing some of the other things I've discovered and acquired in my travels. There's plenty of time for bargaining once we're under way."

To Mill: "My cart horse faltered on the outskirts of the *ahem* hills outside of town, taking the cart down on top of my leg. Luckily the local carter happened by, and I traded him the corpse for a tow into town. Could you swing by his stables and tell him I'm calling in that favor for a tow to the docks? I would, but... " he trails off, lifting his leg and shrugging.

"And I'm getting ahead of myself! Introductions are in order, of course! First name's Daedalus and the surname should be obvious", he says, pointing to the sign. "Daedalus Maximus is an old name, but too long for most, so it usually gets shortened or concatenated. You'll come up with something clever, I'm sure..."

Mill Wilkinson:
Wilkinson looked at his captain, who waved his hand approvingly. Mill nods back to the new passenger. "Will do, master Maximus, just tell me from where to find the carter and I'll do my best to help."
With that, the ship's gunner heard the directions, made sure he understood them and then started jogging towards the carter's location.

It was a nice town, to be sure, albeit a bit hard to get out of if you ended up there without an agreed ride. The countryside seemed less than hospitable, and probably was riddled with tribesmen and criminals. Oh well, at least I get to fly out of here soon, Mill thought and took a turn, ramming himself against a big guy. After getting back up he apologized heavily before trying to move on, only to be grabbed by the collar. "You ain't going anywhere, fancyboy!"
An elbow, a trip and a few select punches later he was on the move again, whistling happily and sliding his brass knuckles back to their pocket.

Some ten minutes later he was back to the ship with the carter and proper pulling power. "There we go, sir! Went without a hitch!"

Gryphos:
--Faberia--

While Daedalus' wagon was being sorted out Gareth decided to take a look round at the telegram office and see what messages he'd got.

Gareth
"Excuse me, are there any telegrams for a Gareth Qartal?"

The person behind the counter ruffled through a pile of papers before producing one from it.

Messenger
"Why yes, it's from one Michael Deloshi. it states as follows:

Lyre is here STOP
She arrived just now STOP
What's up with your eagles? STOP

That's it."

Gareth
"Thank you."

He then walked out, thoughts filling his head.

Lyre? It can't be. I mean, that's great! But... I can't. I'll just have to see.

He trotted back to the ship and waited on board with Roc for them to leave.

Plasmarobo:
Plasma's eyes brighten momentarily at the mysterious offer of Daedalus.
Well, we'll see if I can split it. If not, I think I've got some coin saved to buy out the others. Plus the Venucian Might could use a little tune up.

Plasma
"Alright D-Max, you're welcome aboard the Vencuian Might. I warn you though: If you can't pay, the Wild Winds Trading and Acquisition company has a perfect debt collection record."

He helps load the cleverly folded and configured cart onto the ship. The ropes strain under the weight of the item, but hold as it's hoisted up into the airdock. While working, he notices some blood on Mill's attire.

Plasma
"You alright, Mill?"

Mill glances at him, surprised then follows his gaze to the crimson spatter. His eyes lift.

Mill
"Minor scrape captain, it's not my blood."

Plasma blinks, shakes his head, and heaves on the ropes.
They take a short rest after getting the wagon aboard, and then Plasma leaps up to the helm of the Venucian Might.

Plasma
"Alright boys, cast off and we'll ride the sky once more!"

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