3-042: At the Large Hunting Lodge XXXII
Dicard nods and produces it from a pocket, asking you what it contains as he does so.
Alan insists he’s fine and can fly the aerostat in any conditions necessary.
Dicard says he would like some lunch, and Halcyon agrees that would be good, fine as he is. Both seem keen to know what your plan is.
“You’re the boss, boss.” I’ll head back inside and grab something to eat myself.
I’m currently feeling night would be best but I’ll decide when the meal is over.