<div align="center">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/034/873/604/4k/cordy-daler-main1.jpg?1613483509)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The past will fly again</span></span></span></div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong><tt class="bbc_tt"><br/>The beast for now seemed to keep to the shadows as the light from the group kept it from doing anything foolish. The group traversed on, through the slight gathering of glowing mushrooms till Viv spotted light from up ahead. That light also carried a cool and refreshing breeze. The source of that light and breeze soon became apparent as they stepped out on to a clearing and cliff face and by the map they found at the mansion this was the location of the airship. About 800 hundred feet away was a mass of wood and metal that by just a glance and the shape of a fallen airship. <br/><br/>Behind the wreck was a trail, now overgrown by nature that told of the how the ship came to be here. It must have came in at some speed and by luck or skill by the pilot, was spared by going over the cliff. Getting closer they could spot...figures moving about. No, shadows. About human height and smaller. Some twirling around with each and others moving about the ship. One of these shadows was away from the airship and stood still at the edge of cliff. At times the mass of shadow forms to make out a Hume, older in years with attire that seemed to be the design of the bridge crew.  <br/></tt></strong></span></span></div>