Richmond continued his clumsy jog, stuffing the newly purchased goods into bags from which they had fallen. Ahead he spotted the<span style="font-style: italic">Lady's</span>First-mate. He fell in step with Richmond, easily keeping pace despite his slight limp. His greeting was responded to with a courteous, "D'Beque." During the six months he had been aboard the<span style="font-style: italic">Lady</span>he had come to admire the Tonkinese man for his sharp wit.<br/><br/>Eyeing the heafty bag he bore, Richmond replied between his ragged breathing, "I am... most... undoubtably... capable of... bearing my burden." Richmond was phisically inferior to most of the crew, who had grown up in the floating towns. Richmond's wealthy upbringing on the sky cities had left him somewhat less 'burly' than the rest.<br/><br/>Rounding a corner, the pair came into view of the<span style="font-style: italic">Lady Adamo Skies</span>. Richmond shouldered a slipping bag strap and commenced the final dash at the beckonning of the Captain. The fine sheep-skin boots made for poor running attire and the flat wooden deck was a welcomed change from the jagged stone streets. After catching his breath he said, "Miss Basium, I heard the alarm. Has the<span style="font-style: italic">Steele Maiden</span>located us once more?"