Verveaux, Ventium, Ventian Capital

Katerinda nodded, as a breeze blew past the them and ruffled her black trench coat, "unfortunately I have not brought enough mounts for his excellency and delegation," she stopped for a moment to think and looked down the Zeppelin Port, a few crafts down was a light skif often used by the family to get between towns rather quickly, she had an idea, "Though I'm sure his excellenncy found flight from The Federation tiring, would he consider a shorter one? 20 minutes at most." She was hoping he would, not wanting to have to wait any longer for extra mounts to be brought over, and look like a fool. The wind blew by again and this time, pulled her white, pigmentless hair out from it's position tucked into the trenchcoat, she quickly bunched it up and thrusted it back into the back of the trench coat, "Crewmen! Ready the Galavant!" she yelled to some of the port workers, watching them ready the Skif.