"Even if Nephele-that-isn't retains its odd... compressed properties, we'll still need some way of getting from place to place quickly."

Sayo crosses her arms, grimacing as she remembers that brush with death when she and Illarion grappled with the Prince of Noon; the battle that nearly rent her apart and that Illarion had sent her back to Trench to let her escape from.

"While getting it will be... a labor all on its own, there just happens to be an airship we can hijack that belongs to one of our first targets..."

Oh, she is looking forward to getting revenge.