[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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[color=lightblue]"Stealth frigate? What I wouldn't do for one of those."[/color] Galahad remarked mirthlessly as they met with the Skaeller air patrol. He glanced at Éliane, [color=lightblue]"Working on the assumption that we defeat Garland eventually, while keeping his ship intact, do you think your country would spare us some men to operate such a ship? It'd make traversing this continent much faster, that's for certain."[/color]

Galahad would board the ship with the rest of the Kirins. He'd find his way to the fore of the ship, where he'd find himself staring off into the vast sky and the ground below. For a man who spent much of his fighting time in the sky, the wonders of airships never ceased to amaze him. Despite their circumstances, he enjoyed it up here, much like a fish to water. The wind whipping across his face was loud enough to block out unpleasant thoughts, at least for a while, allowing him to focus on their next steps- whatever that may be. These days he found himself feeling more reactive than proactive. Despite their best efforts, they always felt one step behind Valheim and their machinations. 

Too many fires to put out, too few of them to put them all out at once. By the time they put out one fire, three more had popped up in three separate corners of the continent. It didn't help that Galahad had seen nor heard tale of [i]any[/i] of the adventuring parties that left Castle Balmung all those months ago- save for when they crossed into the Demets' territory... though that one meeting didn't fill him with much confidence either. 

[color=lightblue]"Us against the world."[/color] Galahad sighed to himself, [color=lightblue]"It hardly seems fair, does it?"[/color]