Misha raises both wings a bit in the air and shrugs. "The names are gibberish to me, I'm afraid. Until a few days ago I'd never been within a hundred miles of here, and due to my aunt wanting someone who works more directly for her involved I got teleported out here in a hurry. Met Ryla, and then just settled in to wait for your ship." Sniffing and finishing her drink, she waits out the rest of the discussion before continuing. "I guess. Just seems like the worst of both worlds to me... heart says I should be in the high forest naked and eating any traveler in my territory and generally being a beast, head says I should be in the big city, take in refined theater and all that. Here, it's not one or the other. Anyway..." sensing the jokes inherent in a title like 'master of orifices', she just twitches her eyebrow and lets it pass. "So, either they had bad luck or there's magical protection a ways away from the tomb. How it goes with airships; you usually avoid most of the worst stuff, but if you're in trouble on one it's more distance to fall. Nothing about any overland routes, eh? More's the pity." She diplomatically doesn't point out that she wouldn't have much problem if an airship broke apart, at least if land was within a few dozen miles. No sense rubbing it in. Reclining, "Sounds like we need to be careful when we leave, have as much protection as we can muster. Exciting! Pity nobody knows more closely where it is or what threats are there..."