Purplish-black shadows glimmered in Fumeko's eyes, "Well, you heard the grand alderman."
"Very well Thundering Blade," the major general turned and saluted. "The SS Narwhal will be docked at port soon. We will signal you when it's time for departure in T-minus one hour."
"Thank you," Jotou was still a bit astonished she all of a sudden had an immense amount of authority in the situation. With her hands on the table, she shook her head, "Fastest is one thing, but what's the timing?
When would we get close to Beauregard? She already has a head start towards the Malecise Regime and you're saying she'll be there around nine in the morning."
"Yeah, plus ships and storms don't really go well. Probably worse if that titan controls water," Ben added.
