Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20170116054242/@comment-24304510-20170212184644

Lanse pulled the muffler around his neck a bit tighter as he made his way through the tundra. Within just a few moments of the airship he’d arrived on leaving, he heard the tell-tale sounds of another ship approaching. This one landed much further away from the outpost than his hired craft had. He recognized the airship; it was the private craft of Orran Deaulanor, CEO of Erlerwei Industries. Although Lanse had never met him, he had much respect for the Erlerwei creedo of altruism.

The bard was about to make a signal to the person who had disembarked the airship, but his keen ears picked up the crunching of more frost coming from the direction of the outpost. Turning back to his objective, he could make out the shape of an Atlesian soldier approaching. As the man drew near enough for conversation, Lanse was surprised to suddenly see Orran next to him. His surfboard apparatus had covered the distance between them quite swiftly.

As Boreas introduced himself, Lanse gave a small bow in the Mistrali tradition. “Lanse Nanhai, of Nanhai Technologies, Incorporated. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Private Baines.” Lanse had to raise his voice a bit as well, so as to be heard over the wind. “I’m here on a recovery mission; it’s possible that there may be prototype Nanhai tech out in that marsh. I’d like to speak to your commanding officer, if that’s possible.”