Much to Chad’s surprise, and perhaps a bit to Lyra’s own amusement, the landing of the airship did not end in a massive fiery fireball. There was a saying where it was said “Any landing that you can walk away from is a good one.” Chad scoffed at it. Although they didn’t die, the landing was by no means a wonderful one. 

That much was evident as they looked at the ruins of the old derelict at the edge of Koestace. They had come down between a forested patch and a clearing, and the ship was half-suspended in the trees, with its nose down and crumpled amongst the grass. But Chad was thankful for the safe landing and Lyra as well, although more likely because of the prospect of finally touching land again. 

Fortunately enough, the botched landing put them closer to the fortress where poor Mr. Vance was held, and saved them the potential issue of having to encounter the strict Astopolian customs agents. Rumor had it that they would cavity search a person for the pettiest things, and Chad would have [i]none[/i] of that.

Kicking aside a piece of steel beam, Chad turned to the party that made it out of the ship. 

“I hope ten minutes was enough time to recover from your air sicknesses. We have a fortress to kill ourselves against.”