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[h3][i][color=fff200]Sapphira[/color] [color=b7b7b7]and[/color] [color=e0115f]Igneous[/color][/i][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]Lothair[/i]
[b]Notes:[/b] [i]So long, and thanks for all the fish.[/i]
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Sapphira had forgotten the fairynapping pandemic of Lothair and was blissfully unaware of the danger that pervaded around every corner of the Delthair Strip. It was one of her favorite places in all of Y’vera, with the exception of home. The Fae architecture had her quite homesick for Tarver, but the feeling quickly faded with every new shop that promised a new peppermint flavored sweet. Peppermint, surprisingly, was not a Fae creation, but rather a Dudleyan one. The farmers there use their unique brand of magic to grow all manner of mints, spices, and crops on the isle of Cretia. It was one form of magic that Sapphira failed to grasp, one of the woes of being a “master of none.”

It wasn’t until she was sitting down on the terraces of The Strip, enjoying peppermint tea and peppermint biscuit amidst the constant foot traffic, that she remembered she had Caeleo’s wallet. [color=fff200]“Damnit!”[/color] She gulped down the last of her tea and put the biscuit snuggly in her pouch. With a hop and a skip, she soared down the strip from above, gliding through an airway full of other Fae floating about. 

The harbormaster spotted her as she arrived and gave a shout over her way. “Hey there, fairy. Sapphira, is it?”

[color=fff200]“Who’s asking?”[/color] she replied, slightly wary.

“A shiny golem mentioned you had something for me.” He tossed a bag of graal around in his hand. 

[color=fff200]“Oh! For the boat?”[/color] She let her guard down, feeling more at ease that Caeleo had already spoken with him. She pulled out the wallet. [color=fff200]“How much?”[/color]

“Fifty.”

Sapphira began to dig through the bag of tiny gemstone slivers.

Igneous sat at the shore nearby. The crashing of the waves in front of him drowned out the sound of the streets behind him. His peace was disturbed by the fairy behind him, and he decided it was about time he regroup with the others. As he turned to face Sapphira, he saw a shipping crate and an Ashen on top of it where he expected to see her. He picked it up and handed it to the harbormaster in exchange for a bag of graal. Igneous realized what was going on when he heard her muffled cries for help coming from inside. He sprinted towards the fairynapper, but was crippled by the sound of another earthquake. By the time he had recovered, the box and harbormaster were out of sight in a freighter. He could still faintly hear Sapphira’s screams inside. 

Igneous stood by the entrance to the boat and assumed a robotic position. As the harbormaster came out, he walked in. A guardsman stopped him at the door. “Ay, ‘old up there mate. What’re you coming in for?”

Igneous dutifully and dully responded. [color=e0115f]“I’m model igneous-7. I’ve been assigned for transport help by Veracity.”[/color] The only thing he knew of Veracity was that it was a trade guild. He hoped it was enough.

“Ah, I was wonderin’ when they’d send us some extra workers. Come on board. Start with section 3-C...” Igneous despondently walked on board, hoping he can free someone from the life of captivity he experienced. 

The rest is another story, for another time. The rest of the ithica bound travelers were just meeting at the inn, discussing the severity of that last earthquake over some food and drink. Tarkus had learned the conflict on the island was about to brew over, threatening access to it. It was time to leave.