Light streamed in through the glass window over his bed. Matt dressed and put his few belongings into the many pockets of his coat, sheathing the spear, and walked towards the front gate, following the signs and directions. The gate was open as usual, and only a garrison of ten guards. Jessie was sitting on a bench, carrying a small bag, and reading a piece of parchment.
"Good morning!" She yelled over to him. "I'm leaving for home today." she said,

"Oh, ok, I guess its goodbye." he said, a little forlorn.

"I wouldn't say that right now, if your up to a trip, theres a couple spare tickets on the airship."

"What would I do when I got there?"

"Well, theres a few nice Inns, The Purple Hawk, and Water Frond, to name a few, or, I'm sure Freya and Fratley would give you a spare room."

"I wouldn't want to impose." he said,

"Its fine, they love compan..." but she never finished her scentince, as the big hull of a boat came floating out of the nearest cloud. The rotors pounding. It landed softly, but the big engines never shut down.

"Its Huge!" Matt cried,

"The largest around, its called the River of the Sun."

"All Aboard!!" a conductor said as the gangplank slid down. He was a thin man, of about 40, and also seemed to be the ticket salesman, because people were buying slips of paper from him. Jessie walked up to him,

"Two forward cabin tickets please."

"We're full." he said abruptly,

"No your not, I checked the manifest." she said, Matt saw a man in very heavy plate mail walk up to the man,

"Listen scum, let them on, or I'll have yer operating liscence, understand?" he said,

"You have no jurisdiction here." the man said, that was when the armored man suddenly grabebed his neck,

"I've heard so many complaints about you, I'm ready to throw you off this ship myself, do you think I still don't have jurisdiction here?" He growled.

"No." the ticket man said, resentfully.

"No, sir?" he asked,

"No sir."

"Good, you two, follow me." he said, they walked with him into the top cabin, in whick held the first class passengers.

"Excuse me, what was all that about?" Jessie asked,

"Who, Ector?" "He refuses to sell to anyone forward cabin tickets, except of course Treno nobles."

"How did you get a ticket?" Matt asked, suddenly wishing he'd kept his mouth shut. The man smiled,

"Well, normally I go around doing that by buying them." he said,

"Who are you anyway?"

"General Athos Mayborn V, retired of course, I was in the service of regent Cid for a few years."

"I've read that name somewhere." Jessie said,

"What book?"

"I don't remember." she said. A loudspeaker overhead crackled,

"Everyone, this is the commander, please take your seats, we're ready for takeoff." Then the rotors outside began to spin even faster, the ship rocked, and smoothly took off. In half an hour, they were passing over the first part of the Alexandrian River. By that time, the General had begun a conversation with a short, fat man in the seat near him, and Jessie had fallen asleep.