Salvation Outpost

"Very good questions Mordacky. The elemental doesn’t keep it aloft, the soarwood does.". He pulls out the piece of soarwood from his pouch and demonstrates. The small chunk floats magically in front of him. He taps it and it begins to move through the air. He then taps it the other way and it does the same without falling. "See, the ship is made of this wonderful, yet very rare lumber. If it is not overloaded, the ship will stay aloft forever. This strange, windless land has allowed the Cyre to remain unmoved for two years."

Earic puts the soarwood piece away and listens to Kleber’s concerns about retrieving the General. "I’ll say that’s one vote against.", then he looks to 37 "…and one vote for. Here’s my plan." He takes out his rope of climbing once again. "This rope can attach itself to anything.", you watch as he commands it to attach to a nearby piece of broken furniture. It magically crawls its way to the wooden piece and wraps around it. He then pulls to prove it’s secure. "So we get close-ish, sixty feet, really. Have the cart ready to run, with all of us on board, obviously. Then get the rope to attach and we bolt out of here. The rope will pull the General back for us…", he looks around at the group. "He’s clearly not salvage, but there are those that would be very grateful to have a war hero returned for a proper burial. You’ve done much for me already, I’ll abide by your decision."

Earic watches in stunned silence as 37 returns with the General’s body. He’s equally as dumbfounded as Kleber. "I don’t even… how did you… Alright, sure. Why not?", he says incredulously.

Earic begins carefully and reverently wrapping the body of the stately half elf in his blanket and bundles him with his hempen rope. He finishes securing Shadeborn to the roof of the cart. "You lot may just be the craziest people I’ve met. First there’s some ghost circus. Then a creepy clown hydra. Now 37 just walks up to a cadaver collector and politely asks for a body. And is successful!". He takes a deep, calming breath before continuing, "I guess I shouldn’t judge, but Mr. Malbor, that ship has to be three hundred feet in the air. How do plan to get on board? And if it’s not functioning, can you get back down?"