Xandius opens his eyes.  The rejuvenating effects of a restful sleep course through his old muscles.  He puzzles over the sense of motion he feels even though he is laying down. 

He remembers the night before chatting with someone, marveling over how high over the city the structure he was looking at was.  Getting there was remarkably easy.  A guard challenged his presence, but soon went cross-eyed after a few well phrased words of wisdom.  Or perhaps his name was on a manifest of people authorized to come aboard.  The guard cautioned Xandius about the edge, but otherwise no longer hindered him.  Xandius thanked the guard and produced more words of wisdom that the guard seemed to have difficulty fathoming.  On to the pointy end of the structure Xandius went.  For a few hours Xandius marveled at the view of Stormreach, surely meditating here would bring enlightenment beyond compare.  The crew of the ship making preparations became accustomed and then bored with the presence of this blathering old-timer.  When a few brisk breezes caused Xanduis to seek shelter under a nearby tarp that covered some coils of rope, Xandius vanished from the crews sight, and then left their memory.  Sleep took Xandius as it always does, with little warning and in whatever position Xandius currently is. 

Xandius gets up from under the tarp to stretch and welcome the daylight.  He wavers slightly as that strange sense that he is in motion continues.  Xandius notices some familiar faces lower down on the structure.  He wanders down to those on the deck and smiles pleasantly.  "Helllooo there my friends.  Have you come up here to enjoy the view as well?  Let me tell you it is equally pleasing at night."

Upon seeing Xandius, Deriaz tenses up at the new face. Having not seen the face before, his mind immediately sprang to worry, but when no one else makes any form of concern or surprise, he relaxes. The warforged does the usual salute to the newcomer. "Hello there, new face. Deriaz Ironfist, or whatever nickname you wish, at your service."

He releases the salute after a few seconds, then glances over to the railing. The sight of the golden beam from the Harbor statue sent a shudder through his body again. She wasn't kidding, he thinks to himself. We really are crossing the ocean. . .

Cautiously, he takes a few heavy steps towards the railing -- enough to let him peer over the edge, but stay relatively safe on the deck by being a few feet away from the railing itself. He stares at the ocean, then glances up to the elemental ring. How long do these things fly? Can they run out of energy? What if it rains? His mind races, continually worrying about how the airship works, and the odds of the ship plummeting out of the sky into the water. Jaggie may have promised to not let him go under, but his mind began chanting his usual fear. Don't want to go under. Don't want to go under. . .

"Uh, Points?" he says, taking a few steps away from the railing to the center of the deck, but with his eyes still glancing between the ring and the railing. "What was that about a tour? I wouldn't mind that. . . Not that I don't enjoy the view, of course. . ."

Teldyn looks rather unconcerned at the large gathering.

"I'm rather enjoying the view.  Its been a long time since I have been on an airship."  His smile is genuine, and he seems completely indifferent to the steel that is bare in his prescence.

"We really need to work on communication.  I always seem to be the last to know that anything happens around here.  And as to your cabin..., well, it was a guess.  Since no one was here, I just planned on waiting till someone came in.  I'm surprised Vers didn't say anything.  I'll be more than happy to relocate myself, just point me to a spare corner of the ship."

He smiles, a disarming look.  He seems jovial.  He gets to his feet, and with a snap of fingers, the chair simply vanishes.  "Since you brought so many men with you, I assume you wish us to relocate.  Lead the way, captain."

((Good story goin here.  How will Quezan join? Hmmm.))

Teldyn frowns, his features losing their jovialness.

"Honestly Points, had I stepped in on something you think I would have just stayed here watching?  I do have some level of decent behavior.  And as to antics, you make it sound like I would try to attempt to blow up half the ship just to see how the explosion would go."  Teldyn looks like there is plenty more he would wish to say, but rather bites his tongue.

Shaking his head, Teldyn turns, making a doorway next to himself, and walking through it, stepping up onto the main deck of the airship.  Without turning back, he closes the door, and leans against the railing, looking out over the landscape.