Session 13 - A Grim Leaper Boards the Slim Reaper

Previously, across the Horizon… Our heroes exited Orrey’s home as quickly as they possibly could thanks to Lylja’s warning. Two more people interested in their previous traveling companion, Ingrid Augurelt, invaded the Alyon family compound and moved to apprehend as many of the party as possible.
Thanks to a chocobo stampede, a tense battle in a tiny hallway, a bevy of musical instruments, and a well-placed brick, our heroes escaped with both of their pursuers subdued, not just avoided. Safe and sound at the Windsong, our heroes got a much-needed night of rest, with Orrey’s report to Lylja and Bast’s trip out into the night only cutting into it a little.
The morning comes with a low fog, a chill in the air, and a sun trying its best to warm the city below. With no attackers waiting to jump out of the shadows after Isa and Bast make their rounds, the party departs for the docks, ready to take an airship with a ridiculous name and an unknown pilot deep into dangerous territory.
Yves and Orrey have meandered off to the side for a discussion on magical theory as the group winds through the Saron streets, with Linnet drifting into it occasionally to offer input and quips. This leaves Isa and Bast, the two most capable fighters in the group, to keep the party safe as they travel through Saron, though the only risks thus far appear to be too many breakfast places trying to push pastries on passersby.
Their martial prowess has not gone unnoticed, as they are soon to discover…
"Hey, Isa? Bast? Can I ask a question?" Cassiat trots up between the two of them. 'Trot' may be a bit incorrect, what with the weight of the backpack she's hauling on her shoulders.
(Linnet is collecting samples of breakfast pastries and taking detailed notes.)
"Mphm?" Isa has fallen victim to the pastries, and currently has a mouthful of something flaky wrapped around a sweetened seed paste.
"Great! So I'm an accomplished Red Mage now, which is great, but apparently that can run out? And that seems bad. So if I'm going to be able to re—visit my P—friend…" she huffs. "If I'm going to be out there doing stuff, is it better to have, like, a sword that I can use for actually fighting people with a traditional weapon, or is it better to use something improvised or something they wouldn't expect?"
Isa swallows. "First, you're not an accomplished anything. Second, and I think Bast will back me up on this, you always want to use the right tool for the job. Surprise is great for about three seconds."
Bast gives Cassiat an amused look. "What are you best at fighting with while someone is dragging you away half-conscious like yesterday?"
"Me! And I am not an improvised weapon!" Linnet yells over her shoulder, then continues evaluating a pumpkin muffin for improvised weapon potential.
"Dagger," Isa answers reflexively.
"Well now I know how to time my spells better!" she says, indignantly, and then stops. "Oh, sure. I think Galley has one. So something up close, right? That makes sense. Hey, you should make sure Orrey knows this stuff if he's going to be with you. I've been in more fights than he has, and he could use the help."
Isa nods. "I've noticed."
"And you're not actually his friend, are you? Did he hire you for this?" Isa is now the target of sixteen-year-old scrutiny.
Isa lifts her eyebrows. "What makes you say I'm not his friend?"
She has a list. "One, he's clearly intimidated by you, and most of Orrey's friends are on the same level he is. Two," she says, ticking off her fingers, "I've never met you before, and Orrey's slow to warm up to people. Three, he hasn't made a new friend since all this stuff with Papa started, and then he rolls in with a whole squad? Four, you act more like his boss than his friend?" she says warily.
"Hm. That sounds more about your brother than about me."
"Well, sure. I don't know you, I know him."
Isa nods, and takes another bite of her pastry. "I understand. I'm a little sister too."
Cassiat blinks twice. "Oh. I… I mean, that's not weird, I don't know why I'm acting like that's weird. Um, do they also fight like you do?"
Isa considers this, decides to answer. "Not professionally. She had other duties in the family."
Cassiat nods, and then slips back into the rest of the group. "I hope she's doing well."
Isa decides not to answer that one, and returns her attention to finishing her breakfast.
"…isn't like the older theories of atomic displacement," Yves is saying, around rapid bites of the pastry he carries. "After all, if they were /really/ indivisible, then how would Thunder work? You can't just glue negative charges onto a neutral atom without taking something off another one."
Orrey nods. "Yeah, I never bought that theory."
"In the heat of the moment, though, do you really need to know how it works? Zark, someone who was trying to make you fall down falls down instead. I'm not calling it a matter of faith, just of practicality. Also of chocolate." Linnet uses a wing to brush chocolate off her face while still eating with one hand and gesticulating with the other.
The airship dock is a multi-level building, with landing pads set aside for ships of various sizes, though most of the ships seen here are on the smaller side. Cassiat leads the group up three flights of stairs and out along four ship lengths before turning to a wooden airship, about 120 feet long with twin sails, a quad-propeller setup for propulsion, and a very recent coat of paint. A lanky skeletal figure wrapped in a cloak and wielding a scythe decorates the port hull, and a similarly skinny male human is puttering around on deck, re-checking ropes for a fifth time.
"Not in the heat of the moment, no, but in the lab…" Yves finishes his pastry, and rather loses his train of thought as it pulls into the station of looking at that airship.
"Galley!" Cassiat exclaims happily, shrugging her shoulders out of her backpack and handing it to Orrey before bounding up the ramp. "Is she ready?"
"Cass!" He turns, beaming, arms going out wide, until his eyes take in the group behind her. "You, uh, brought friends, and — ah. Orrey!"
Isa looks over the whole ship. It doesn't take long. "Ah."
Galeb "Galley" Rubio is a head and a half taller than Orrey while weighing about 15 pounds less. His sandy blonde hair is appealingly long, his beard is appealing scruffy, his coat cuts a dashing figure, and his gait is definitely rehearsed in the privacy of his own home. He nervously tugs at the aviator's goggles hanging around his neck. "You, ah, brought your brother," he says, lamely, settling for a very formal and proper handshake with Cassiat.
"Oh, he's fine," she says. "These are Orrey's friends! The tall one with the sword is Isa. She's been on a ship before, she can help! Bast is over there behind her, Linnet is the one with all the food, and Yves is in the back trying not to stand out. They're coming with us!"
Bast tips an invisible hat ever so slightly to Galley.
Isa looks at Galley and, with all seriousness, asks "Permission to come aboard?"
"Uh, granted," he says, stepping aside. "All of you can. Please. Come on up."
"Nice, uh, ship? Do we call it a ship?" Orrey eyes the petite craft with some trepidation.
Isa nods, comes onto the deck, and immediately begins an inspection. Not a critical one, more of a "where is everything on this…toy" one.
Yves is wearing a rather blank expression, which is a lot more polite than the "Oh no, the children do not have a castle, they have a /bouncy/ castle" expression he could be wearing instead.
"Hiya! We brought snacks. Looks like you all could use some." Linnet shakes Galley by the slightly baffled hand and presses a napkin-wrapped cheese danish on him before floating up beside the main mast to look at the sails.
Bast follows Linnet briefly with his eyes before refocusing on the rest of the…ship, trying to figure out if the thing even has room for all of them.
The Slim Reaper is a reasonable airship. It definitely started life as a fishing boat, but found its calling as a craft project, eventually forming into a convertible airship/seaship. The weaponry on it is almost nonexistent — two small harpoon cannons, refitted from that previous life. It's almost as if the only idea the crafters had was to make it a boarding vessel, which would require a crew capable of boarding.
A nice traveling ship for a young couple wanting to explore the world? Sure.
Yves is still staring at the ship from outside. "…it's definitely in the air," he offers, at last.
"Cass, can I see you in the captain's quarters for a minute?" Galley says, very gently taking her by the arm and guiding her into a bit of privacy.
Linnet wolf-whistles without turning to look.
The two disappear and immediately begin having a very animated conversation, visible but not audible through the windows, giving the party a moment of privacy.
"Sorry, Orrey, couldn't resist." Linnet rejoins the rest of the party on the deck. "At least I can't lethally fall off this thing. I think. Not that I'm inclined to test that theory."
Isa puts her hands on her hips. "Well. It's skyworthy, but I wouldn't want to get into a fight with it. Have any of you ever crewed a ship?"
"Only when I was a kid, and only as a game," Orrey answers.
"I've got some experience," Bast says.
Linnet thinks. "…I read lots of books that had ships in them? Though the ship wasn't the focus of any of them, except for some really, really long chapters on airship maintenance in Moby Rickard, and that book's so old I assume it's not much help."
Yves has finally entered the ship, and offers, "I've been /on/ an airship a few times."
Isa nods. "Well good news, this is designed to be easy to fly, so you'll have a chance to get some experience. Of course, 'easy to fly' tends to mean 'sitting duck' so if we do get into trouble, we're going to have to keep it at range as best we can."
Linnet quacks in agreement. "So, um, is there something we should be doing to be helpful while the captain is off arguing? It takes a little while to get to the make-up snogging point."
Through the window, they are reassuring each other, and look to be wrapping it up.
"Pray?" Yves suggests, sotto voce.
"Find some space for your things, and get familiar with the decks. There are a lot of obstacles and you really don't want any surprises if you're trying to get around in an emergency."
Yves nods, and goes looking for a place to hang his painting.
Galley comes back out, Cassiat giving him a brilliant, reassuring smile. "Well, it's my pleasure to welcome you all aboard the Slim Reaper," he says, a little uncomfortable about the name, "and we will be taking off in fifteen minutes. If anyone wants to help, I gladly accept, but it's not required. We should be to our destination in a few hours."
"Tell me where you need me," Isa offers.
Linnet salutes – a surprisingly correct salute – and goes in search of the actual galley, humming something about a three-hour tour.
"I can probably help as well," Bast says.
Galley gives a very brief tour of the ship. He'll be manning the wheel, but could use assistance on navigation, lookout, engineering, and a general catch-all "sailor" position. While none of these are necessary for the ship's operation, additional crew makes it considerably easier.
Yves hangs his painting on a reasonably vertical surface, and offers help with engineering, as the crew-like position in which he's likely to do the least harm.
Linnet volunteers to be the lookout, as she's going to be hanging around topside staring at things anyway.
Orrey paces on deck as much as he's able, and finally settles into a nook near the bow and pulls his note and sketchbooks out to record his memories of the attackers, and to sketch the airship with more of an eye towards diagramming it than making it a work of art.
Galley is limiting the amount of conversation he has with Orrey, since Cassiat's Big Brother is definitely not someone he wants to interact with just yet.
Isa takes the navigator's table, as it's the nearest proximity to the helm in case of an acute case of Teenage Captain.
Bast glances at Yves curiously before volunteering to help all around.
With a creak and a groan, the ship lifts off, the control tower's voice ringing clearly through the bridge giving clearance, and then you are off.
The ground rapidly shrinks beneath you, wind filling the sails, and the ship turns straight north, following the wind in search of grand adventure. Cassiat cannot take her eyes off the horizon, grinning widely, and Galley spares her only one glance and one awed smile before focusing on his job behind the wheel. "Isa, what's our heading?" he asks.
Isa reads off the course, a heading that makes use of the prevailing winds to bring the ship in a shallow arc to Alterna, saving time and fuel rather than fighting the air to make a straight shot.
Galley signals the sailor on deck to adjust the sails to follow that course, his confidence rising.
Bast flows through the motions as if he'd been doing this all his life.
As Bast wrangles the sails, Cassiat walks along the deck, keeping one hand on the railing at all times, on her way to find Orrey at his sketchbook again. "Can I see?" she asks, her voice a lot smaller than it was just earlier this morning. Behind the wheel, Galley is having the time of his life.
Orrey shows her what he's been working on. LOTS of portraits and a few weirdnesses thrown in.
Cassiat sits with him, going through them, asking occasional questions, especially once Alitheia's portrait comes in. She finds the mask very cute, and she's particularly charmed by Yves's portrait. "Do you think we'll be able to do it?" She looks out at the clouds overhead. "Rescue Papa, I mean. With all of us going."
"I have no clue. But this is a far better option than just waiting for something to happen." Orrey sighs and frowns, looking out over the land drifting underneath them.
"I'm glad we're doing this together," she fills in the quiet.
(Linnet may or may not be helping; she's watching for obstacles and hostile ships, but she also keeps pointing out cool birds and clouds that look like animals and things of that nature.)
(Yves is pretty much just staring balefully at engines, in case they dare to misbehave.)
Bast, temporarily unoccupied, wanders around checking all of the ropes, knots and joins of the ship.
"I'm not excited that this is what you're choosing to do, because it's dangerous and I worry about what might happen to you, but if this is the path you've chosen, I'll support your decision. We've all got to make our own choices, right? It's not fair for others to decide how you get to live your life." Orrey trails off a bit at the end.
Isa is all straight-backed professionalism, and offers course corrections under her breath for Galley to relay to the rest of the crew.
"Psst, Bast! Look at that! You almost never see midair predatory bird courtship rituals this high up!"
Bast looks at the birds, then back at Linnet, then at the birds again.
Yves points to his eyes, and points to the engineering section. Oh yes. It will know it's being watched.
The clouds overhead are absolutely tremendous, attracting Linnet's attention for a solid length of time as the ship heads out over the Dicelan Sea. The birds are even more beautiful, blue-winged falcons darting and dancing in the swirling winds, before breaking away and diving low, the very tips of their wings skimming the surface of the water.
The birds dance about each other at top speed, becoming hard to see as they pass into the shadow cast by a lazy cloud.
A very large, lazy cloud.
A very large, lazy, loud cloud.
A horn blows, startling Galley, the ship jerking to port as a result.
"…what the hell? Are there cloud ships now?" Linnet wonders.
A gleaming silver airship pushes past, barely missing crashing into — and through — the comparatively tiny wooden airship.
"Hey! I oughta fly right up there and give them a good talking to!"
Orrey watches the other ship going by, frozen in horror as he realizes how close they just came to dying.
Five times the length, twice the height, engines spinning up with a bone-rattling rumble, adjusting its course thanks to the near collision.
The name of the ship passes by the starboard side of the Slim Reaper, in cursive letters taller than Orrey.
Seventh Dawn.
Orrey writes that down reflexively.
Linnet sniffs. "Inconsiderate bastards." The falcons have disappeared, too.
Bast eases off the rope he was hanging from to give them a few more inches of distance, and follows the other ship with his eyes.
Isa is braced against the chart table. "They should have more lookouts, with a hull that size. Either they're incompetent, or they did it on purpose."
The Seventh Dawn's superior speed helps it fly past, continuing north, continuing on toward… Alterna. Galley says nothing, his grip very tight on the wheel, some of that confidence shaken clear.
"Cass? Did you tick off anyone with a big airship recently?" Orrey asks. "Where did they come from?"
Yves looks away from where he has been contemplating physics, with no window view. "Is everything okay up there?"
"Not that I know of…" Cassiat says, both of her hands on Orrey's right arm in a death grip.
The Seventh Dawn is an increasingly small speck in the distance.
"Behind a huge bank of clouds. And, um, thataway." Linnet has the decency to look sheepish.
Isa frowns. "More important, where are they going. Are they going to be competition?"
One of the engine levers — the third one from the left — is in the wrong place now, Yves notices. It wasn't like that before.
Yves looks at the lever.
"Hm."
Yves reaches for it, and hesitates.
"…hm."
Someone passing near the viera over the course of the next few minutes might hear rather more sound coming from that area than something like "pushing one lever to a different position" would cause.
Bast eventually gives up any pretense of disinterest and wanders belowdecks to look.
Yves's handiwork is complete. All that remains is to finally throw that one flipped lever. To seize… greatness.
Yves pushes a small pile of parts over toward Bast with his foot as he reaches for the lever. "We don't need these ones anymore," he says.
A few of them promptly vanish into Bast's pockets.
On the bridge, Galley mutters, "I don't know if this is such a great idea after all…"
Yves says, "I think this will go well," and pulls the lever.
The Slim Reaper PUNCHES forward.
Isa gives Galley a look. "Do what you said you'd do, or you'll never be worthy….!" Isa grabs onto something.
Bast clings to a wall and makes his way back on deck to see if everything is still attached.
Yves rolls away from the engine, and fetches up against a wall, hard. "…oh, good."
Orrey manages not to roll backwards from the impact of the enhanced engines, clinging to his books before they can fly off. He hastily stuffs everything into his backpack and looks back. "What happened?"
The wooden airship, groaning desperately, surges forward through the air, tapping into previously unknown reserves, the sails trying to pull free of the ropes, Yves's painting up off the ground and flat on the wall on the bridge.
"REEF THOSE SAILS!" Isa yells out.
Galley is holding on for dear life, keeping the ship on course through force of will.
"Everything is going really well down here," Yves calls toward the people steering this thing.
Linnet actually did lose contact with the deck, but not enough to tumble off the ship entirely.
Bast jumps for the knots barely holding the sails in place but the ropes, singing with tension, do not yield.
Galley risks a look back at Isa. "Are we in trouble?!" The Slim Reaper continues rocketing through the sky, same course as before.
"Right now? No. When this is over and we're back to normal power? Maybe. Just hold the course."
Yves, still sitting on the floor, manages to wedge his notebook out of his satchel to take a few notes on the results of that.
Galley grits his teeth and corrects the ship, nudging it back toward starboard, and then his eyes widen.
In the distance, growing larger, is the back of the Seventh Dawn.
At the current rate of speed, the Slim Reaper will catch back up.
"Pass on their port side; we'll have the wind there in case they try the same trick again," Isa says.
Galley nods, not trusting himself to speak, as the ships draw closer and closer together.
"Cassiat, do you have a spyglass or binoculars in that bag of yours?" Orrey asks.
After some work and extensive swearing, Bast finally reefs in the sails and the motion of the ship grows smoother.
"Y-yeah, second pocket on the left, third from the back!" she shouts over the wind.
Orrey rifles through a couple pockets before picking the right one and pulls out…something that can see farther away. He scans the ship with the binocs, trying to see if there are any crew that he recognizes, or any other identifying characteristics.
Adjusting to the velocity, Isa moves up to the helm and leans in close to Galley. "That girl up there believes that you're going to change her life. She's young and naive and it is entirely up to you whether or not she is wrong. This ship can handle this. Your crew can handle this. You damn well had better handle it. Captain."
Yves pulls himself more or less to his—eh, who needs walking when he can just sort of haul himself back toward the interesting parts of the ship, hand-over-hand on things he can reach? And begins fiddling, thoughtfully, with some buttons.
Each tap of the buttons causes a jolt and a lurch from the ship, just as Bast reins in the sails.
(Linnet is up top trying very hard to be a good lookout, but the Seventh Dawn is pretty much all there is to see right now.)
Yves feels very good about the results of all this.
Bast yells down below: "Yves! I think we have enough speed for now!"
Those little jumps make Orrey's viewfinding difficult, though by luck, it seems each one shows a different spot of the ship. No recognizable figures — only one figure, in fact, a broad humanoid figure standing on the deck of the hurtling ship, wrapped in a tattered brown cloak, metal gleaming all along their body in the overhead sun.
"Okay, if you're sure," Yves calls back, and stops pushing buttons.
And then the ships are two lengths apart, one length apart, next to each other…
With an actual cry of determination, Galley spins the wheel to port, putting extra distance between his ship and the Seventh Dawn.
Isa gives a nod of stoic acknowledgement.
The Seventh Dawn tips to port as well, and that figure lands on the deck, hard enough to send cracks all through the wood, one metal-gloved hand briefly balancing them against the mast before vanishing back inside the tattered cloak.
The head turns, finding the pilot behind the wheel on the bridge, and with one calm, ominous motion, the figure lifts a leg to start walking down the hurtling ship toward Galley.
And then Yves stops pressing buttons.
With the sound of splintering wood and a jolt of the mast, at least 60% of the Slim Reaper's speed dies inside of three seconds.
Bast grabs for the nearest rope – first for something to trip up the unexpected visitor, then to hang on for dear life.
"Hey! What gives!" Linnet squints at the Seventh Dawn to see if there's anyone still on the deck who could explain this intrusion.
Orrey watches the boarder warily, debating what to do…
Inside the bridge, Galley's grip holds. Isa maintains her balance. Below deck, various ship parts clatter around Yves as he slams into the wall. On the deck, Bast holds onto the rope with a death grip. Cassiat wraps her arms around the railing.
The ship's sudden shift in speed sends the boarder, who was not holding onto anything upon landing, sailing back through the air, and overboard.
Linnet and Orrey follow.
Yves can only manage a "…ow."
Cassiat's scream is immediate. "ORREY!"
Bast grabs the loose rope that was a neat coil just a few seconds ago, and runs to the edge to see if there's anyone it could help.
Linnet flips in midair, then dives as soon as she sees Orrey tumbling past her. There is, once again, not so much plan as panic.
Orrey takes this well. "OH WHA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Yves sits on the deck, contemplating whether or not there is such a thing as too much speed, still largely innocent of any such terrifying knowledge as what's going on above.
Linnet manages to loop an arm under Orrey's upper arm – so as not to yank his arm out of its socket – and looks around frantically for the softest place to land.
Orrey closes his eyes and blocks out the panic, focusing on the one thing that has saved him before: he grips his grandfather's pocket watch and sees it slowing down, slowing down, stopping, and then SPINNING BACKWARDS! A glowing purple clock surrounds his current location, and at the same time, the spot on the deck where he was before he launched.
Linnet's hand closes on a missed moment in time.
"…Orrey?" She twists in midair to spot her friend still on the deck, for some reason. "Um, okay. Right. Back to the ship!" She looks around for the intruder, who probably should have at least splashed by now, right?
Far below Linnet, something splashes down into the depths.
She turns back around and navigates to the spot where the intruder fell, trying to observe anything of note.
Galley levels the ship out, off course but not too far, plenty of space separating it and the rapidly-disappearing Seventh Dawn.
Cassiat clings to Orrey, not letting him go for anything.
"Not this time, sis. Don't worry." Orrey hugs her back fiercely.
Yves leaves the engineering section belowdecks to climb up to where everyone else is, and ask reproachfully, "What are you all /doing/ up here? The ship keeps jostling around."
Having totally failed to learn anything useful, Linnet flies back up to the ship. "Well, whoever they were, they're not coming back here anytime soon unless they pull whatever Orrey just did."
"Is that…whoever…going to make it out there?" Orrey looks over the rail at the water, not seeing anything.
Bast looks like he's making a conscious effort not to throw the rope he's re-coiling at Yves.
"We were a hell of a ways up and they were wearing heavy armor. Not likely." Linnet looks over at the increasingly-erratic time mage. "Orrey, I don't suppose you can magic the deck back into decent shape?"
"Wait, who fell overboard?" Yves looks around, trying to spot who's missing.
Cassiat throws her arms around Linnet and Bast in turn, knowing they both jumped to save her brother.
Orrey shakes his head at Linnet. "I'm still learning this whole Time Magery stuff. I've got a long way to go before I could even approach doing something like that, if it's even possible."
Orrey waves at Yves.
Galley brings the ship down lower, letting them scan the water for longer, though no one sees anything at the surface.
"Hey, kid. Your brother's pretty good at this survival thing. Might be worth a listen sometime." Linnet hugs Cassiat and peeks over the surface again just in case anything comes up to bite.
Bast looks startled, dropping the rope, and stops his hand midway to one of his pockets.
Isa claps Galley on the shoulder. "Take it easy the rest of the way, I think," she says before heading out to the deck. "Everyone accounted for?"
Yves waves in mild confusion back at Orrey, and gives up on people, who do not make sense, in favor of returning to the engines, which do.
The Slim Reaper settles into a longer, more sedate journey toward the ruined Alterna.
As the journey returns to normal, Bast checking up on Yves's work comes back with worrying if inconclusive news — the ship is in bad shape.
Precisely how bad can't be really figured out until the ship lands, and there's concern that landing in the water is also going to end up with Galley's pride and joy sinking.
"…so we'd best look for a dry spot to land before too long, is what I'm saying." Bast props up the wall by the entrance to the bridge.
Yves is slightly concerned by this report, but is quite firm on the point that his engine modifications are all for the best. Now, if the hull can't take a little speed, someone should've said so.
"Who's got the map?" Orrey looks around. "You did pack one, right Cass?"
"Of course!" Cassiat spreads one out on the table by the navigation station. "If the course we set is true, then we should be maybe… half an hour from Alterna?"
Linnet is back at the prow looking for what look like dry bits of land with open space to put a ship. Given her prowess at lookout duties so far, she's not expecting much.
"Is that close enough to make it?" Orrey asks.
"With a bunch of water between us and there, it needs to be," Galley says. His spirits are higher than his words would indicate.
Orrey goes back to the bow with the binoculars, scanning for land.
Bast checks around for anything that can be at least temporarily patched up.
"OOO OOO OOO!" Orrey's enthusiasm is clear. "I see something!"
The falcons are back! Linnet settles her elbows on the railing and watches with joy.
"Please say it's land with nearby trees," Isa says.
"LAND HO!!!" Orrey looks around for guidance. "That's what you say, right? I know I've read that somewhere…"
The Slim Reaper limps through the sky, following Orrey's signal and Isa's course.
And with that…
End session.