[center] [h3][b][color=00ff00]J'eon the Blacksmith[/color][/b][/h3] [/center]

The metal things coming down the mountainside were clearly machines, which intrigued J'eon. He wanted to take one apart, see how it worked, but such would have to wait until later. Still, he had some ideas... and concerns.

The sky person they'd surprised was talking to another of its kind, dressed in black. Perhaps that was normal among them?

Once word of this reached the capital, there would be panic, troops dispatched, representatives of the guilds sent. It would be best if he could establish himself here, get the sky people to talk to him. Good thing he knew a bit about opening new markets.

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[center] [h3][b][color=00ff00]Jack Mallory, X.O.[/color][/b][/h3] [/center]

"Captain," Jack Mallory acknowledged, looking up from his phone that was connected to the ship's network. "I've requested a box of those souvenir pens and some commemorative patches what were to be distributed before the interruption."

Unfortunate they lost the keychains, but maybe some got buried with the shuttle?

He had no idea how the tree was doing that, much less not being consumed by the flames it contained. Did that last bit mean it was challenging the ship's crew to a fireball fight?

"Captain, we should encourage our... guests to leave, for now," he said. "Go over our recordings, and try to make sense of what's happened, here? Get our efforts a bit more organized, before the next surprise."

[i]Like not admitting we're armed, or how many we are, or where we're from.[/i]