The tide of battle certainly changed quickly. The Gallisian siege force was routed, and withdrew to the edge of Tempest County, holding a camp there for a while … but the reports coming in are that they're now in full retreat, headed back to Spearhead Point.

Jynx has been declared a hero – most enthusiastically by his sister, of course – and despite earlier difficulties with Count Vlad, he's been treated like a visiting dignitary. But then, considering that he owns Blackshire, perhaps he is.

A new day finds him on a balcony up at the top spire of the castle, overlooking the rolling plains. To the south, the banners of the Gallisian army can be seen, heading thankfully away from Tempest County.

Overhead, though, Jynx can pick out a nasty-looking, spiky airship that has approached … and then a smaller airship that has come to meet up with the first one. What could be going on?

The black Khatta gives a small burp, a result from the victory breakfast he treated himself to a few hours earlier. Ignoring his indigestion for the time being, he peers intently at the strange ship. "What is that, Gallisian?" he asks no one in particular.

A little white cat girl pads out onto the balcony. "Looks Babelite to me, Jynxie!" she mews sweetly. "It's all spiky and nasty and ugly." She sticks out her tongue. "Ewwww!"

Jynx blinks as his little sister joins him, turning to look down to her. "Babelite? How did you know that?" He looks back to the ship. "And what the heck are they doing here anyways?"

Eve mews, "I said it looks Babelite." She hands Jynx his spy-scope. So that's where it wandered off to.

The black Khatta just rolls his eyes at the kitten, and puts his eye to the scope. After focusing the lens, he takes a closer look at the strange vehicle.

It looks like a black airship, sporting a figurehead in the front that looks like a scantily-clad female Eeee. That would definitely lend credence to "Babelite", one might suppose. Several spines radiate out on a horizontal plane from the gondola, and Jynx catches sight of a Korv perched on one of the spires. An Aquilan flies up from the smaller airship, alighting upon the spire, and hands what looks like some papers to the Korv, while some Vartans fly a crate over to the larger ship's deck.

There is a brief exchange, and then the Aquilan and the two Vartans fly away. It looks like the smaller ship is turning off, and the Korv has disappeared into the larger ship again.

Jynx arches his brow at the exchange. "Huh, looks like they're doing some sort of business deal or something. Still, what does that have to do with Sylvania?" He watches the larger ship for a time longer. "I can't tell if they're going to land or not… "

The ship doesn't move from its current position. It's just … sitting there.

Eve mews, "Should we go and say 'hello'?"

The black Khatta furrows his brow, "I dunno, you or the count weren't expecting anybody, were you?"

Eve shakes her head. "No … I was just packing up now. We're heading to Rephidim. You see, Gnarr was going to challenge Count Vlad in the Challenge of the Emperor … but those nasty Gallisians came and trashed the arena. So, we're going to go use mine!" She squeals happily, claps her hands, and bounces up and down. "It's so pretty!"

Jynx collapses the scope, and turns to look at Eve incredulously. "You … have an arena? When did you get this?" His tail twitches. "Why did you get this, even?"

Eve shrugs kittenishly. "Gnarr is a really good fighter. And he likes to smash things. I just like to see him happy!"

The older Khatta just stares at the kitten, then shakes his head while he walks back inside. "I guess I'm not surprised by now. Well, got an extra seat on your ship?" The Khatta starts to lay out all his equipment, organizing it out. "I think it's about time for me to visit the old clawing grounds."