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Messenger: Industrious

I cawed softly at Worcester on the way down to the main message hall, eliciting a similar but differently-patterned reply. The journey had been hazardous in the extreme, he reported sullenly. He had seen the silhouette of RMC34 “Kourser” on the way, but her course had not been expected to intersect his. He suspected she would be reported missing in the next few hours.

I stalked onto the main floor with Worcester and was immediately beset by my officers. A short radiograph had been squeezed past the storm from Haraldgate – reports of a fallen heliograph, which would be a pain to work around. Two distress messages from airships caught in the storm – what kind of captain was crazy, nay, suicidal enough to set sail in these winds?

And yes, another raptor missing. Hammersfeld had reported Kourser missing just a few minutes ago – how had I known?

I sighed and waved them away, handing Worcester off to the Keeper and taking a seat at my desk. I had trained Kourser myself, one glorious summer long ago.

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