Hogar sighed as he looked over the final product of his work. Good thing they had plenty of competent magic users and that he had his tools, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to do this in the middle of the sea. But here they were, flying through the air on improvised blimps made from ships. Sadly, due to the rushed and improvised nature of these vessels, they needed almost near constant maintenance, and made it clear to oversee the maintenance himself...after all, he had no plans on dying or having Big Bertha destroyed anytime soon.<br/><br/>He spent most of his time below deck, keeping air pressure balances, maintaining both the ship's hull and the blimps' integrity, and a variety of other things that had to be done in order to keep these things afloat. It was a tad bit more complicated than some of the more simple Avairi could understand, but most didn't question what Hogar did, after all, it was him that they had their only real chance at surviving and got them into the air.<br/><br/>He hadn't been able to check on his pet project for a couple of days since they got the ships in the air, far too busy. In fact, he hadn't seen most of the major people on the ship due to how busy he became to ensure everything was going well. Oh well, maybe once they landed he would try and understand the situation Winnie got herself into...it seemed like one hell of a story to be told.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>