"That's it? For the whole ship?" Vodka stared at the massive airship in front of her. It was large enough to carry her small ship and a full crew with ease.
"Lady, you get this piece of junk off my lot so I can buy 6 rentals in it's place, it's all yours." The Goblin handed her the paperwork to buy the airship and she signed it.
"I'll take it, and your guys will load what I've bought here." Vodka dropped a sack of coins in the goblins hand and he whistled for his crew to start working. They loaded the crates of parts and magical devices she had bought with Xzar. The city had crews for hire for the airships and she hired one and they got the ship ready to go back to her castle. It wasn't Xzars idea that had got her so interested in the devices, it was what could be done with that kind of power. Could it be weaved into magical flows or would it fall short of expectations?
With a gigantic groan and an ungodly noise the ship lifted off the ground. The massive anchors holding it to the ground were lifted up and she could see rust on the chains. They'd have to be replaced but not this flight. Climbing the hatch to her Hammerhead she switched on the controls and sped after the ship.
It was a long journey back to Zozo with this ship that barely moved full of cargo. Night fell and they lowered into Westbridge for fuel and supplies. With both ships stored away in the hangars, she saw a lively bar built as part of the docks. Music and laughter could be heard and she walked slowly toward the open doors that let in the breeze.
As she entered the room there were more than a few glances cast her way. There were other elves and many of the other patrons were wearing armor. It was the fangs that poked out of he lips that they stared at and some of the more twitchy patrons pawed their weapons. She called over the bartender and ordered a glass of wine. The red wine would allow her to pour in a vial of blood and enjoy the drink without more stares. Walking over to a chair in the corner, she sat casually at a table after placing her long sword against the back of the chair so it was easily reached.
It was some time before anyone came up to her beside a few drunkards looking to lay an elf. Quick insults and a show of her teeth drove these fools away. There was a cloaked stranger that asked if they could sit with her though. This man had a drink that was almost black and didn't have any weapons she could see.
"It's rare to a Lich in a crowded room with such control, but then again, you're not a normal Lich are you?" The man took her by suprise with such knowledge. He drank the beer so that his cloak barely showed his chin. "Haven't hunted your kind in a while... But we'll get to that."
Her hand cooly slid from the back of the chair to the hilt of her sword. Vodka grinned at him flashing her fangs, "And here I was worried I'd be bored and drinking alone tonight."
