I should hope so. Otherwise we are wasting a great deal of— [She clears her throat. It's a prim sound, correcting herself.] Yes. It will actually fly. We, which is to say Viktor and Mister Talis and myself, are all quite certain.
[She is standing very straight and upright, and looking him directly—well, not quite in the eye. But something close to it, so long as his left ear counts.]
I've heard they have flying sleds in Minrathous. Only that they're old machines made with blood magic. It will be something like those, only larger. And requiring no blood.
[It is a very compelling ear. Far more interesting than his shirtless torso, or the prospect of his face which might lead to his neck which might lead in the direction of the aforementioned. Obviously.]
A griffon can only carry two riders. A flying boat might carry a great deal more than that, to say nothing of the sort of armaments it might be equipped with. It is rather equivalent to asking the difference between swimming up to a fortress with knives between one's teeth and sailing up to it with an Antivan Fire pump.
Which is to say, that I believe it will be of considerable tactical advantage to the war effort. We may not have a dragon, but it hardly does to simply surrender that playing field.
I would be strongly in favor, yes. Though I'm hardly the only—it would be dependent, [she explains, her eyeline finally wandering away from his ear and in the direction of— his face, momentarily distracted by the semantics of politics.
This is somewhat encouraged by the small white dog making great efforts to lick Gannicus on the chin.]
On what was approved and directed by Provost Niehaus. And what Riftwatch is capable of paying for, of course. But yes, I think a fire pump would be most convenient should we find ourselves, say, sparring with a dragon.
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[He raises both eyebrows.]
And will it actually fly?
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[She is standing very straight and upright, and looking him directly—well, not quite in the eye. But something close to it, so long as his left ear counts.]
I've heard they have flying sleds in Minrathous. Only that they're old machines made with blood magic. It will be something like those, only larger. And requiring no blood.
[Ideally.]
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And if it does fly, how do you intend to use it? What makes it better than a griffon?
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A griffon can only carry two riders. A flying boat might carry a great deal more than that, to say nothing of the sort of armaments it might be equipped with. It is rather equivalent to asking the difference between swimming up to a fortress with knives between one's teeth and sailing up to it with an Antivan Fire pump.
Which is to say, that I believe it will be of considerable tactical advantage to the war effort. We may not have a dragon, but it hardly does to simply surrender that playing field.
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[He gives her that much, but it's clearly an easy agreement. Okay. It's not like he was fighting for being convinced.]
Are you adding a fire pump to it?
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This is somewhat encouraged by the small white dog making great efforts to lick Gannicus on the chin.]
On what was approved and directed by Provost Niehaus. And what Riftwatch is capable of paying for, of course. But yes, I think a fire pump would be most convenient should we find ourselves, say, sparring with a dragon.
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And what else?
[Oh, he is absolutely giving no leeway, so.]