Olivia leaned slightly into her seat aboard the Chariot hovercraft, resting one hoof on the restraints that kept her firmly secured even during the Chariot’s near constant changes of direction. Othar’s (currently unnamed) island had no roads yet, nothing that might be seen by passing flyers as signs of civilization. A Chariot could make for quite a comfortable trip over such rough terrain, if you were willing to sacrifice speed for comfort so the pair of drones flying ahead could scout out the best path.