Archer had spotted the airship long before it had arrived over the small mountain town. This would be a good stop for them as there had been no one here in months and no golems as of yet. Archer was not quite back to the edge of town as the airship moved over head. Pointing his bow at the ship he peered through the green hue of his scope to peek at the crew. Not much to see as of yet no one looking over the edge nothing. Could the ship be a runaway? He wondered to himself.<br/><br/>He ran through the rubble skillfully his long trench coat flapping almost as a heavy cape would behind him. After a few moments he slid through a hole in the wall of a building in the center of town. He had been here for the last three months and the only other group to have stopped here had stolen everything which he had scrounged in this forgotten city. He caught them in time to bring down their airship though it was a few miles from here before it crash landed. He thought it funny that those alive scattered from the airship shortly after it had hit the ground. It was quite a bit larger than the one confronting him this time. This likely meant that there was less crew and he had the advantage of home turf.