Your wing of flyers are coming to roost on the Longkeel
after a long flight. Orset's singing some bawdy tune, she's in a chipper mood counter to the rest of the squad. Colizabel is downright grumpy, already told Orset to stow it three times, then finally hung back out of earshot, flying in the higher winds on Mister Brackenbury.
Your wing was sent to stop a raid on a Khandian flotilla that had "dropped anchor" just far enough from Olmar's borders to be able to proselytize safely, or so they thought. A group of bat-riders had begun harassing them and the Longkeel
was close enough to respond. How was this last mission, Math? Is this something your association does for profit, or are you allied with Khand somehow? Your wing has a wide mix of Nations represented, do politics get in the way of your work?
Thomer lands his monstrosity and comes over to you. "Milady Math, if ya want to report in to the cap, I'll take yer bird for ya."
He gives you a tight grin.