The day arrived when Charlie’s Roving Albatross was repaired… or at least, repaired enough to fly around.
“It’s holding together with patches and jellyfish-glue, but it should get as far as Fal’Herim.” Arnold pointed. “The whole fuel conversion system is gone for good, but if you power it manually, you should be able to get it to move. I wouldn’t push it, though, so go easy on the throttle. Stay below the halfway point and you should be able to avoid a breakdown.”
“Right. Let’s go pick up the adventuring team.” Mindy turned to Tim. “Are you guys ready?”
Tim glanced over his band of merry lynxmice and nodded. “Ready!”
Remian, Mindy and Tim got on the airship with Vigil and a squad of lynxmice. Remian invited Carrie to join them, but the moment he did, she had her claws out dug deep into the ground and absolutely refused to get on board. Candice and Denise joine
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Kingdom of the Weak 75. White
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Kingdom of the Weak 77. Buried
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Kingdom of the Weak 81. Determination
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