The owner was sitting in the seat with his legs propped up and his arms behind his head.<span style="color: Blue">"Do you see guns on it? Neither do I. It's not for combat, or scouting, or anything else, it's my personal form of transportation. I refused to ride on a mercenary ship so I just flew here, landing on the ship only when I need to refuel. It's not my best work, and I can build them with my eyes shut and arms tied behind my back." </span>The Gnome opened one eye to look at Britomart then frowned before sitting up in his seat.<span style="color: Blue">"Oh, it's <i>you</i>. Something, something, something Belant? I might have a few weapons I can attach to it I suppose, just don't punt me in the water, I'm not a fan of sharks.</span>" He pointed over his shoulder to the countless sharks swimming around just under the surface of the bay as hopped off the gyro-copter and started to rummage through a large crate.<span style="color: Blue"> "Mortars, acid bombs, full-auto machine guns, heat-seeking rockets... Anything a Gnome or a Goblin could want for war, I've built it."</span>He tipped the crate over and several weapons fell out.<span style="color: Blue">"Take your pick and I'll get airborne, she can only carry two at any one time." </span>As he let her choose he began to remove plates from the sides of his copter.<br/><br/>Several Arcane runes lingered around most of Vyre's body, but quickly vanished when Ibara began to actively search for them.<span style="color: Indigo"> "I don't think I've ever felt anything like that... Azshara would use similar spells to punish me, or just because, but she always did it when I was awake to learn something from it. She also had to be close to use those spells, she can't leave the Maelstrom."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>