[h2]Later, that Evening...[/h2]

As the ship passed into Mitteland, a flurry of wireless communications came from below, eventually culminating in permission being given for the ship to dock at Elvesland where there was a Zeppelin mast and a ground crew to make the process of landing considerably safer than it was without one.

This meant adjusting their course to the South-West, but it was the sensible thing to do.  The ship had taken fire and really needed to be inventoried for damage before they went on any further.  This would also be a good chance for those not wanting to fly back into war at Grendell, to disembark.

With the sun setting on the horizon over the streets of Elvesland, the bronze domes of her temples and cathedrals catching the last light, Arkadios called over the speaking tube to bring everyone together.  He waited for everyone to arrive before giving his announcement, "So, the Mittelvolk have invited those of us who wish to come, to a dinner hosted by one of their Junior Princes, tomorrow night, to celebrate our heroic efforts against the Calarian invasion."  He told the group, "You don't have to come, but if you do be on your best behaviour.  I've informed them that we will need the proper attire to meet the dress code - they are sending out a tailor."

"Before that though, tomorrow morning, their military commanders want to meet with us.  So we'll need to be ready for that.  If anyone feels compelled to join that meeting and has a good reason to be there, let me know."

"Can I come?" Zoe asked.

"Young Lady, I'm not sure what you think you'd add to that discussion," Arkadios raised an eyebrow, "Though obviously we are very grateful that you shared the location of the Treasury."

Zoe gave a shrug, leaning back against the Zeppelin window.