Fellowship of the Dice

Alrak nods, "This ship only heads to Sharn, so from there we will drive our herd home to the Talenta Plains." He narrows his eyes, "Well, if you ever need someone to break your beast in, I have a saddle I think might fit a tiger, but I'm equally skilled bare back." He chuckles at Zeenan, "Then again I wouldn't want my liver, or any of me eaten, but I've been rustling dinosaurs for years and still have all my fingers. See!" He hold sup both hands, and he is in fact missing a pinky on his left hand.

Zeevan tries (and likely fails) at covering her smile with a cough into her hand. She can't do anything about the amused twinkle in her eyes though. "Of course. You have clearly emerged completely unscathed from 'rustling' those dinosaurs for so long."

"And good at it, too. And I thought rustling a beast only trying to kick you was dangerous enough. How did you catch these ones?"

He plops down as the ship's engine powers up more and more and begins to pull away from the tower and cruise out over the city. "Its trade secrets I'm afraid. Good bait, lots of planning, a little magic, and some luck is all that is needed."

The air ship heads out now over the city, its left behind now and you are soon out 'to sea' up over the ocean. The ship actually goes up a bit, to its cruising alititude, not that high, but a bit higher than to tower giving you a grand view of the escaping landscape and the sea green below, and the blue sky ahead. Its a rather big rush.

Taris looks over the side of the ship to admire the view. "Amazing."

She faces Alrak again. "Magic? What kind of magic?"

"Oh just charm spells or illusions of bait, depends on the beast. Your friend here with the tiger knows what I'm talking about." He leans back and kicks his feed up on the rail. "Nothing like the wind in your hair. One time we wrangled a pterosaurs, giant flying reptile, amazing."

Ceridwen nods. She knows something of baiting animals for capture and later use as beasts of burden or work. With the proper training and incentives, most animals could be utilized in some form. But she wasn't fond of brute force methods. "I hope you treat them well," she says, trying to tuck her blowing hair behind a pointed ear.

This height and speed are new for Zeevan, especially with her new body. The original body was shaved bald, and now she has long, flowing hair. The soldier has avoided changing her appearance overmuch, since as long as they're hunting all these artifacts down if there are any other faked or actually awakened Rune Lords, keeping as close to the original's looks may come in handy. But even tying it back in a simple ponytail isn't working well enough, as long strands whip her face in the wind.

Zeevan never looked into the art of hair arrangement, braids and whatnot, and likely will have to try to find someone to learn from. Silly as it may sound, but it is what it is.

"Oh, I see. Yes, I hope they serve you well." Taris bunches the hem of her skirt to one side to keep it from flaring up. Her own hair, while it isn't very long, also picks up in the wind, but she's able to hold it back. She looks at Zeevan and pulls her hand away from her hair to stifle her laughter, having insider knowledge related to the ninja's hair problem. She has to put her hand up again after taking an unexpected faceful of her own hair.

"I'm sorry. But you really should have had that pulled back with something!" she says, keeping said insider knowledge to herself. "We should head down to the lounge, maybe we'll find a deck of cards."

Disliking the option of having her hair whipping into her eyes up here in the wind, Zeevan agrees with Taris' proposition. "Yes, let's. The view is awe inspiring, but being outside does have its drawbacks."