Nils laughed as they explained themselves. Mostly, enjoying the crooked-nosed man’s indignation at his name calling. Won him no favours, but it worked every time, didn’t it just? 

He screwed up his face as they finished up though, snorting. “Can’t think of anyone as would want to be a hero smashing into mountains. Wouldn’t be a hero for long.” He didn’t think there would be many survivors, if any, of such a crash. Since it was unlikely to happen purposefully, however, it no longer interested him unduly, so he left it alone for the moment. “No captain? What? You lost him in the hold? Find out he’s afraid of heights?” 

The youth scoffed, putting on superior airs that were easily seen through, even if still rather annoying. “What’s keeping the launch, anyhow? Never seen more disappointed folks all together like ‘at since the Festival got shut down years back. Nor ever heard a less likely tale than an airship staying grounded a day like today. Wind’s right for getting along, en’t no faffles t’worry about and no gale neither. What’re you waiting for? The tide?”