Twilly quieted her breath as best she could as she ducked behind the large wooden crates in the hold of the goblin zeppelin where she hid. The stocatto thumping of the flying-machine's engine masked her footsteps as she crept unto the balcony of the craft. She pressed one foot upon the banister and felt her heart drop into her stomach as she launched herself airborne, away from the ship; she screeched downward toward the grey landscape below. Twilly held her breath and closed her eyes. She whispered to herself, "One... two... three... four... five!" before her tiny black glove gripped the handle of the parachute on her back and with a quick tug dragged it open. She silently glided down to the tainted earth below her, rolling forward once she reached the ground and brushed the dirt from her jumpsuit. She scanned the field around her and then fixated on her map. She was easily two miles from her destination: a fault of the high winds on this evening that blew her off course.<br/><br/>Twilly tugged a tiny pocketwatch from her suit by a thin stand of silver around her neck and studied it before stuffing it back down between her breasts. Dawn was fast approaching and she would be discovered without the cover of darkness. She set off toward the farmstead where she was to intercept a message, while silently hoping that she could make it there in time.