The early morning weather was more than perfect for the voyage out. It was cool, but not agonizingly so, and the breeze was light and airy. The sunrise has been pleasant and peaceful, leading into the bright, clear sky of daytime.
Arpeggio’s personal airship had already been prepped for the journey out. Every worker, still on staff or otherwise, was lingering around, simply waiting for the time to come. Even a large portion of the rozenich, who had little to do with anyone departing, were up and active just to see what would occur.
For as much excitement that was in the air, there was also a great deal of sadness. Many of the men, some who had worked together even beyond the time Arpeggio had employed them, were giving farewells to their comrades. Even the ones who were not the affectionate type were still there to give their support.
Arpeggio watched everyone through the glass of the station on the landing dock. There w