Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20180307023000/@comment-28718853-20180307041206

(I should have mentioned that you're inside of what is basically a small metal blimp. It doesn't have an outer deck.  My apologies for not specifying that.  >.<)

The crew is at the helm of the ship hard at work tracking down Forjod. Song is fast asleep in the net hanging above the room. Dravela and Xinderas are currently arm wrestling at the table. Rix is staring out the front window of the bridge desperately trying to pick up any sign of her husband. Lumbre meanwhile is down in the passenger cabin with the scent of stale lime rampant. She quietly sits there pondering what kind of help Mythria would send them.