Adelia stood at the bow of the airship, staring out the glass window only to be met with a blanket of whiteness as far as the eyes could see.
The captain of the airship, Mr. Lawrence, came to stand beside her, wrapped in a large fur coat that barely helped to keep the cold out.
"Any news from Sir Humphrey?"
Lawrence shook his head. "None yet, but I believe he should be on his way. Those closest to him claim that he left the day you sent a message."
"I see, in that case, we'll go ahead and open a path for him. Hopefully, his presence would make a difference."
Lawrence offered no response as he kept his gaze on the scenery outside.
A few minutes of silence passed between the two before Adelia broke the ice.
"Are you sure we are in the right direction?" She inquired with a frown as she found it difficult to make out anything of note in the snowstorm.
