[b]Volodar Naesandoral & Mitunbaal Vasiliou[/b]

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Anyone watching the approach that Iktani Roadster had torn through the fence would be greeted by the sight of a rider on horseback charging through it at full gallop. The horseman, though clearly focused on controlling his stead, appeared to be having quite the time of it. His smile must have been visible from the Gondola as he sped into a full-gallop towards the airship while riding as low to the horse as he could get in the saddle. He gave a laugh that that clearly caught the attention of his passenger, dressed in the traditional Shariq garb,  who had been frantically looking to the sides before snapping to look towards the Elga.

"You are enjoying this far too much, sir," the  yelled at him, and silently counting the seconds until they reached the Gondola's rope ladder to safety. With every hoof beat, they covered the ground to safety.

"There's nothing like war to quicken the heart, child," the horseman replied. He reached to his head and raised his hat, hoping to deter communicate that he was no threat to the assembling group that he was approaching. "This continent has known peace for far too long. It has grown lethargic.

"Then why aren't you with the army then, elf?" his passenger replied.

"The army did not stand before the City," he answered, "I have fought and bled for this empire before. I will not die because my lungs have burned from gas or put against the wall because some peacetime colonels couldn't organize a bar-fight."

They quickly came to the rope ladder, and came to a surprisingly graceful stop in spite of the rapidness of it all. 

"Now dismount, grab your things, and climb, child," he sternly answered. "I will follow shortly."

The Shariq glared at the Elga for a moment, before relenting with a sigh. With a surprising amount of athleticism, she set about climbing the rope ladder with her belongings, entering into a congregation of civilians and military personnel who had beaten the wild horseman here.

The Elga, meanwhile, smiled at the assorted action around him. This group may be novices at handling an airship, but they certainly did have spirit. The mooring lines may have been all covered by various individuals trying to undo them, but some of those volunteers would need assistance returning to the rope ladder once the lines were loose. His saber would also undeniably come in handy if they had to cut the lines on a short notice. With a whistle, he set of to the nearest ad-hoc linesman at a trot.