Shortly before Two in the afternoon, low clouds began slipping over and around the mountaintop that Sky Haven was built onto one side of; barely a thousand feet lay between the lowest point of the Pirate city and the bottom-most clouds, creating a unique challenge known only to the city; the combination of low clouds, high altitude flight, and steep mountainsides that sudden gusts of wind liked to appear from meant that, at any time, an unwary or foolish pilot would likely end up plowing full-speed into a rock face, much to the amusement of local veterans.<br/><br/>As the skies began to darken, the clouds seemed to bulge slightly at one point, the misty air clinging to a new zeppelin as it descended towards the airfield; clearly of Empire State manufacture, the sleek lines of the new airship were marred only by several scorched patches of silvered skin, the ship's livery painted on both sides as a set of four Tarot cards; The scales of Justice, A stylized coin for Wealth, The classic 'leggy blonde' of the Lovers, and the grinning skull of Death. Longer but slimmer than the<em>Blue Ridge</em>, the new ship moved with classic grace, gliding low over the airfield before neatly docking to its assigned mooring, almost literally right next to the<em>Blue Ridge</em>, though separated by several hundred metres to prevent the two ships from colliding in case of a crosswind.<br/><br/>Finally, two minutes before Two PM, a spectacled man wearing a slightly rumpled business suit arrived. He seemed completely unremarkable, except for two things; the revolver holstered on his right side looked out of place on him, and the small briefcase he carried appeared to be handcuffed to his left wrist. Standing at the base of the mooring tower, he checked his right wrist, apparently looking at the time, before he nodded and changed his stance slightly, appearing to relax while still standing ramrod-straight.