They didn’t have long to wait for a response. It felt like minutes before the mayor returned, the ink still wet on the bottom of the contract. “Welcome to Motherlode,” he said, handing it over with a hoofshake. “There’s a lot of promises in there. I wouldn’t think you could keep them, if it wasn’t for your airship. If you can build that… I’m sure you can do the other things you promised.”