"I'm interested," Jake said.
"When do we leave?"
Nailer's smile widened into something genuinely pleased.
"Immediately. My ship is docked at the northern trade port. We can be underway within the hour if you're ready to move."
"Your ship can reach the Bay of Baenil?" Jake asked.
"That's sixty-nine miles."
"My ship can fly," Nailer said, and there was pride in her voice when she said it.
"Magic-driven propulsion, wind manipulation enchantments, the whole expensive package. We'll cover sixty-nine miles in no time."
Jake looked at her for a moment, reassessing.
A flying ship was not common technology—the enchantments required were prohibitively expensive for most traders, which meant Nailer either had serious capital behind her or had earned enough from those ten-percent high-risk contracts to fund major upgrades.
"I need to inform my people I'm leaving," Jake said.
"Give me thirty minutes to handle that and collect my gear."
"Northern trade port," Nailer repeated.
