[H1][center][b]Mehdi Al-Baliya'al[/b][/center][/h1]
[center][b]8,000 Feet Over Foreign District[/b][/center]

Flight. Its not an uncommon thing for a well off magus to experience. There's all sorts of techniques, spells, and Mystic Codes that enabled one to fly. As a well off scion of an ancient family, of course Mehdi had soared through the sky.

But as the wind, fog, and cold whipped around him, he grinned like a loon all the same. But as his Servant circled through the clouds, bright lights and explosions popped to the West, catching his attention.

Mehdi whistled.

"Somebody's confident." Leaning on their shared connection, Mehdi spoke past the sound and noise to the Baron.

"Let's give it a bit, and see if our date decides to skip us for someone else tonight."

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