The ship was called Goaty, with a goat head as a figurehead. Arthur leaned on the railway on the deck, admiring the setting sun in the west. Goaty was so steady that it confused him about how a smuggler could get a flying vessel better than the army.
Goaty sailed toward Ilios, carrying containers that not even Arthur could see. These were made of metals called Elusvia, which radiated energy that confuses mana and perception. It prevented anyone from seeing what was inside.
"A fine night this is," said a woman as she walked to stand beside Arthur. "You must be the last guest to join us. Unlike the rest, you don't look like a crook or a refugee."
"And you don't seem like a nosy person," said Arthur as he stared at the woman. She was tall, almost his height, wearing a formal white suit that glued to her figure. The tight clothing made her bosom look even bigger, and she pushed it out with pride.
