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Junkan got up, lumbering towards Quinn. What had seemed a safe distance of ten feet, was crossed in three steps from the man, his body bending over Quinn's, and that row of sharp fangs being shown to her. His breath reeked of blood, ash, and rotting meat, his breath hot and heavy on her. "Mine..." he spoke, his voice soft in volume, but harsh and rough in timber. Lilith then turned, and started climbing up the half ogre's leg, and was soon perched on his shoulder, looking down at Quinn as well.

James couldn't help smile behind his helm again, only wondering what was going to happen here, and what that flighty girl must be thinking right now.

"Well, Ogres aside, you're the one that knows where this island fortress is. Tell me."

Junkan sniffed at the little girl's hand, and the candy within, his nose crinkling, his lips drawn back in what could be interpreted perhaps as a disapproval of the candy.

Lilith however, was much quicker, and more much on the ball with the candy. Her fornt paw lashed out quickly, knocking the butterscotch out of her hand, and to the ground. The candy wasn't long before an orange and red firebolt followed it down to the ground, and Lilith was all over it, chewing away the wrapper to get at the candy beneath.

Real helpful... James thought, looking with disgust at the antics of his hired muscle and Quinn.

James looked back up, towards the center of the city, "I saw an airship before... perhaps we could charter passage on board to this island... if not, well, this is a place of merchants and wealth. I'm sure someone in this city would have an airship we could rent out for a small time. But meanwhile you better be focusing, because you'll be guiding us there. You better damn well know where this island is."

"Keep her alive Muscle!" James barked at the ogre harshly, hoping it would sink in, "Time is important right? I'll go see about chartering an airship while you look for this island. Meet back here, in one hour, do you understand?" he commanded Quinn, his voice hard and cold, with that certain edge that hinted he was used to having people follow his commands for one reason or another.

Junkan leaned down, hulking over, confused by this strange creature's behavior, but needing to keep an eye on her regardless. His face was screwed into a frown of deep thought as he walked with Quinn.

It wasn't more than a minute before Lilith finished her candy, and was zooming back up Junkan's shoulder, taking the customary perch on his right shoulder. She wasn't watching Quinn, well, she was glancing there occasionally, with begging eyes, apparently waiting for another candy. But most often she seemed to be whispering into Junkan's ear. Whatever she was talking about, it was taking a long time to explain though.

Junkan had remained quiet the entire trip, moving slowly to keep to Quinn's pace, but not saying a word, not making a face or anything. Deep in thought perhaps one would think, if it wasn't for the fact that 'deep in thought' was something that his race was not known for.

Still the trip back was mostly dull from the Ogre, Lilith was stil chattering in his ear, and from the occasionally nod or head shake, it didn't seem she was getting very far with whatever she was working on.

Back at the cafe, James waited, well, more like waited above and in front of the cafe. Hovering about 30 feet above the street was a small, sleek airship, meant for maybe only six people, if that, definately a more sport based model, guessing from the large engine on the back, and the powerful rotor blades that kept it hovering steadily over the street. Quite a few people seemed to be staring, but James was paying them no mind. Instead he was scanning the crowd, looking for Junkan, knowing he would be more recognizable of the two.

There, the big lug stuck out like a sore thumb amid the various well to do people of Durem. Slowly James cut the throttle to the engine, letting the airship drift smoothly down to land on the street. A bit of touchy flying, landing between buildings like that, but he seemed confident enough going down.

"Get on board, then talk.... daylight's burning," he barked out at Junkan and Quinn.

James frowned, staring coldly at Quinn, and muttering something under his breath, though the words 'vapid', 'incompetent', and a few others that would fit perfectly in the vocabulary of a seasoned sailor seemed to be repeated more than a few times.

When Junkan got onboard with Lilith he looked back at them, quieting his cursing tirade as he started to lift off, "If you haven't been on an airship before, I'd suggest sticking to the middle of the deck. Cuts down on Vertigo and sickness..."

When they were more or less over the level of the buildings, James searched the sky. He had seen that just a while ago, hadn't he? An airship, startlingly similiar to the Baroness's. If Quinn's friends were going after the Baroness, finding where she was hiding, might be a good start on the search.

"I saw a ship a while ago. Looked similiar to the Baroness's. Figured we could find that ship, ask the owner where they got it. Probably the same place the Baroness got her ship. That place should have records on her. Perhaps where she lives, or at least some information on where she frequents. Your friends are after the Baroness. If we find her, we should find your friends. As it is, it's the only lead I see."

Junkan and Lilith were both clinging to the deck the whole time, and from the look of it, were getting sick wtih the slight vibration and rocking of the airship in the wind. They were holding their stomachs by the gods only know what power still. It was clear however that neither of them would be a part of this conversation just as the struggled not to vomit up their stomachs.

Finding the ship was suitably easy for it hadn't budged from its place at the top of the Wizarding Conclave - getting near it however was an entirely different story. The Conclave was renowned for it's spectacular defence, granted there were no visible guards at the end of the doorway but those children who dared one another to attempt to smash a window now and again found all too quickly that a rather large and merciless barrier surrounded the complex itself.

Unseen to the human eye, it consisted of what appeared to be a spiritual veil - those mages who had selected to remain upon this plane of existance in order to preserve the future generations amassed into one considerably powerful entity that was capable of destroying practically anything that insisted on touching it for more than forty seconds - quite impressive, provided yo uweren't getting slaughtered by it.

Alas, as painfully obvious as the Airship might have been to the eye, it was impossible to reach and should they attempt to discover it within the records that resided in Aekea they would also find their attempts fleeting - The Baroness and her family had hidden their actions well for there was no record of commissioned construction involving the fleet of airships in which they owned...

That was an unusual set of items for sneaking into a Citadel, Zayn thought to himself. Shrugging, he decided it would be best to follow Dune's advice. She was the one who knew how they were getting there, and if she said they needed holy water and matches.

"I guess we're doing some quick shopping, then," he said to his companions. "There was an item shop not to far from here... Fire and I passed it on our way in."

Mentally tallying the contents of his purse, Zayn led the way back to the shop. It wasn't the richest-looking establishment, being so close to theif-country and all, but it looked fairly reputable. Hopefully it would have the items they required.

Smiling beneath her mask, the rogue made easy work of keeping pace with the peculiar man. Maintaining said pace, she soon began reorganise a number of unseen items beneath her cloak, the occasional c***k heard and often a mutter from her own lips in response to it.

"We have not much time," She warned darkly, catching a glimpse of the approaching shadows upon the horizon, "Should those shadows completely envelope that area before we get inside then we stand no chance of navigating through it." She continued, grimacing beneath her mask as she involuntarily clasped her hand more tightly around her rapier.

"It seems we are expected..."