Jonathan kept running, and kept running, and kept running. Neither his long metal robe, his backpack, his old age, or his lack of proper exercise did anything to help in his rush, but none of them seemed able to stop him in any way. Behind him, his two robotic companions were following him restlessly, in a kinda slower pace, but also seemingly unhindered by their own heavy construction. In fact, they probably could also carry some extra scrolls, but Jonathan did not think of it until this point and he did not care either. He kept running, and running, and running.

Until he could not run anymore. He suddenly came to a stop, and barely managed to hold his balance and not collapse head-first into the ground. He stood there, catching his breath and contemplating his position while his companions caught up with him. The airship was much closer now- it was still a sizable distance, but he could walk it there most likely. But still, he could also probably signal them while he was still there, if the refined iron veins in the ground would help him.
Slowly, he concentrated his powers and focused on a piece of metal next to him, on which he gave a trumpet-like shape. If his calculations were correct, he should be able to resonate his voice through the surrounding veins of metal for a satisfying g echo through the area. With all his power, praying that his echoed voice wouldn't get lost through the continuous sound of the Scar, he shouted through the hole in the metal:
"Greetings, oh brave traversers of the Storm! Would you accept upon your airship a humble follower of Karina?"