Messenger: RTB
I needed to get a message out, through the blizzard. Not all Aeries had radiograph equipment yet, and heliograph would be blocked by the blizzard. I couldn’t trust a raptor to get the message done, and so it would be a Gearwing job.
“Rokhin, you should know this. How far is the range of a Byzantium-fuelled Gearwing?”
My assistant reacted with the minimum of surprise, running numbers quickly.
“The average Gearwing should be able to make it almost a hundred leagues, sir. With Byzantium power, maybe another hundred. But that’s in clear weather, you’d be lucky to get a quarter of that in this storm.”
He’ll be a fine Messagemaster someday.
“Correct. Knowing that, could it reach Brallis-Foray from Irwell without refuelling?”
“Brallis-Foray is six Aeries away along the Schartner Canyon, sir. That makes it about thirty-two leagues away. Barring any major accidents, it should be possible.”
“Top marks, Rokhin. Well done.”
He bowed respectfully. Tamerra, oddly, was standing by the porthole.