Erik loved to fly, his favorite story as a child was about an Ishguardian Knight who flew in a grand airship. He always felt like a child when he flew the Falcon. If as usual it was piloted by Montblanc, Erik would stand at the bow railing and watch the world below. But the trip was never long enough, they soon found the next morning, and the port city of Limsa. Erik sighed and walked into the wheelhouse, "We are here. Montblanc, draw the main sail, no need to show off the crest. Osric, hold on, this little maniac lands harder then he launches."
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