What Matters Most
"We're here, adventurers," the pilot said.
They both were up at the official announcement from the man who had brought them from Vasmoria to Milligarde. The pilot pulled a lever on the side of the metallic vehicle, causing it to open up with a ramp descending onto the fields of Yullim.
"Thank you, err…" Emilio said, not knowing the man's name.
"The name's Brash Vardick," the pilot said, tipping his hat, "Have a fine time, young adventurers."
"Thanks, Brash!" Emilio waved, leaving the airship as he sprinted down the ramp.
"Yeah, thanks for the ride!" Everett said as well, following behind the young Dragonheart.
As soon as they descended from the ramp, now standing in the luscious fields of Yullim, both of the young men watched as the ramp retracted before the airship soon lifted off again with a wind that caused the grass to dance.
"This is Yullim, huh?" Everett remarked with a smile, taking in the gentle winds and the scent of nature.