The evening stretched on in a warm atmosphere, filled with laughter and old stories echoing through the grand parlor of Baringer Castle. The flames from the floating crystals cast a golden glow on the stone walls, and the scent of red wine and steaming dishes lingered in the air.
Barrios, a nostalgic smile on his lips, was recounting an old tale. "And that's when we swore never to let Athlana pilot the Skynir again."
Atar burst out laughing, nearly spilling his glass. "She actually managed to crash your ship?"
"Come on, it only happened once," Eyline protested, rolling her eyes with a smirk.
Kaiser, eyes sparkling, leaned forward. "You guys really had a ship for your adventures? That's wild!"
"Yeah," Barrios said, shrugging. "It's like a flying house, super handy for travel. Especially on the Aegyl continent, with all those floating islands around the mainland."
Areyos, who'd been listening quietly, looked up. "Sounds practical. But I've never seen that ship."
