06-28-2012, 11:39 AM
Nedakh was a little overwhelmed by the turn of events, but he hid it well; strange contraptions and changed had to be dealt with, not gawked at. "She's back at Frei," he replied. "She was helping to prepare everyone in case the ship we'd heard of was in fact another warship and the treaty had gone sour."
"How far is Frei from here?" Cec asked.
"Half a day's journey, Miss. But night is falling, so we shall find accommodations near here, in the town of Möwe," Nedakh replied.
Tina muttered darkly, stood, and brushed herself off. Obviously, she'd have to work on landing that plane. Currently, the leftover momentum wasn't being spent, and the sudden stop of the vehicle was what was seinding her flying, she knew.