Low on Arrival

Hendrix blinked his eyes a couple of times before looking at Cross. Cross shoved a ciagrette in his mouth and lit it with some matches he found laying on the opposite seat of the pilot's room. Hendrix started coughing. " Go ahead." I'm all ears." Cross cleared his throat and asked: Why did you renounced your throne?" Hendrix burped very loudly. " Oh for many reasons." I was tired of the people and the people were tired of me." I have been the king for nearly 200 years." I should have renounced my throne a long time ago." You see when you're are the king of a kingdom, the citizens rely on you to fix whatever probelm they see in the community." That's a lot of stress placed on my shoulders. I guess it only took two whole years for me to finally realize it." Cross removed the cigarette out of his mouth and stomped it into the ground. So don't you have any money?" " Why you sleeping in a storage room?" Hendrix sucked his teeth and said: Is that any of your business?!" Hendrix stood off the leathery seats and clenched his hands into fists. He obviously was levels above Cross. Cross sighed. " Fine forget I said anything." Hendrix sucked his teeth. Cross walked over to the huge glass windows to see that they were already in the remnants of The Royal Elven Empire. Cross ran to the pilot room, taking the airship off of autopilot. He grabbed the yoke of the airship, deciding to make it descend.