The return trip to the docking tower is uneventful. It is with some regret that you must turn your back on the amazing sights of the city that you had only tantalizing glimpses of. Not 5 minutes after your board, the crew finished their depature checks and begin casting off from the tower. On your way back to your quarters, you note that a sailor has been assigned to cleaning out the room Kel and Micah stayed in. You recall that Kel mentioned she was disembarking at this stop. It is unfortunate that you weren't able to say farewell to the kind halfling. The rest of the evening passes uneventfully as the airship crosses the valley towards the eastern mountain range.
The morning finds your ship threading its way between the mountain peaks once more. The weather is cold and a sharp wind blows across the deck. The cold keeps most of the crew and passangers below decks enjoying hot drinks and each others company. The off duty sailors regale anyone within earshot about some of the sights they've seen across the vast continent of Khorvaire. Sir Brelloch declined to eat in the mess hall and only emerged during meal times to take a plate back to his room. Grud'al joins the crew at meal times though he seems in a foul mood and doesn't converse much.
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Grud'al gave Sir Brelloch a dark look as he entered and watched the paladin all the time he was in the mess hall.
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As evening closes in the airship has reached the edge of the mountain range and is able to drop altitude to a warmer cline. The respite from the poor weather is brief, however, as the crew have spotted a storm moving westward in your path. Towering gray storm clouds are rolling forward to meet your vessel. The captain instructs all passangers to remain belowdecks until they clear the storm, hopefully by morning. There was barely enough time for the crew to finish securing the hatches when the ship hit the leading edge of the storm. A sharp wind whipped across the deck driving stinging drops of rain in its path. The great flaming ring around the ship hisses from the constant rainfall. The downpour washes over the decks and manages to find its way through cracks in the wood. The crew were kept busy mopping up the puddles and tarring leaks. You do your best to rest despite the erratic movement of the ship.
Seria is not sure what awoke her at first. An out of place noise amid the sound of the rain beating against the hull and the peals of thunder. Rising from her bed she creeps to her door and pokes her head out. Somewhere above her she can hear the storm louder than normal and the intermittant crack of something striking the wood.