Party of Millions (C 1.3, E 1.4, L 1.5)

I smile a touch, it feels good to hear them joking around, even a little bit, back there.

"Sure thing, ain't far," I put some power on the engine and gently bring us up to a low speed appropriate for being in close like this. And not loud enough to call undue attention.

Inside, though, I wonder what this little detour may have cost me. I'm going to have to get back and see where Dinero is at.

"I'm afraid I've no where else to be. I'm grateful for the offer and sorry for the trouble. I would be honored to accept your invitation while I figure out a better solution, and do my best to not be a further burden." The wealth of experience behind Litch's eyes rivals that of Princy and Millions, just in a different context.

"Ms. Canary," I call to the figure behind the helm. She is relatively petite in stature, but something about her here in this moment is more stately and impressive than I've see in her before. She has a confidence on this vessel that is palpable. "I can't thank you enough for what you've done for me. I must admit I'm worried for any problems you've encountered tonight on my behalf." I glance at the ostentatious luggage on board and back to Canary. "Based on the events of this evening, I believe I will be laying low for a while as I try to piece together what is happening in the Tower. Should you ever need anything from me that I am able to offer, please simply let me know."

Standing near the Captain, I find myself staring off at the horizon - or at least where I expect it will be. Something I find myself doing more and more when I'm around Canary. It is still a little early for even the faintest hints of dawn to grace the sky, but I can't help but dream of what it will look like, and hope that something about this world - something about the reaches we cannot see - is better than the dren we deal with here.

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