At the airship docks at Aqures Ixen, Natalia and one of the airship captains both had their heads bent over a map held in the princess's hands. From a distance it was clear to see the distress written all over Natalia's face, and the creases of worry inscribed into the captain's brow. Moving closer would easily allow anyone to overhear their conversation as it was hardly meant to be confidential.

"...to Aerilon?"

"I'm afraid not." He shook his grizzled head. "Even before the Calamity moved in, airships just didn't go there. Ya had to board a boat, usually from Flence."

"And Flence has been overtaken as well," Natalia mused, knuckling her chin as she frowned. "I understand it was evacuated some time ago. But Aerilon never was?"

"Not to my reckoning," he said, reaching up beneath his hat to scratch at his head. "You might find someone plucky enough in Balicea to take ya there, but I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you. The waters ain't safe. Nowhere is if it's been touched by the Calamity."

"I see..." Natalia was disappointed, but she wasn't about to risk civilian lives just so she could run about and check on the welfare of the people. It would defeat the very purpose of such a visit to begin with. "Perhaps I'll have to satisfy myself with a letter, assuming Mognet still delivers to such places."

"I believe it does, ma'am."

"Pray, who would I write to in Aerilon? Surely they must have a lord, or mayor...some governing official?"