"It must be those halflings coming up with something new again," Theodore sighed, then led the group through the dense crowd.
Lynn quickly realized the prestigious status of wizards, as the packed residents of the harbor, upon seeing the badge on Theodore's chest, voluntarily cleared a path for them, allowing them to quickly squeeze to the front and get a clear view of the scene in the center of the square.
There lay a massive flying machine, about two meters tall with a wingspan of nearly seven meters, placed on the smooth, flat cobblestone pavement.
No, calling it a flying machine might be somewhat inappropriate, for it seemed far too rudimentary—nothing more than a framework of wood and steel bound tightly with leather ropes with a layer of camel hide canvas spread over the frame.
It looked like a monster poised on the ground, wings flapping, drawing continuous exclamations from the onlookers nearby.
