Dahlia walked around the flying ship. She ran her fingers along the wooden edge, inspecting it.
"Looks small. Are you sure it won't fall apart midair? We're going to the dangerous Demon Gate Island, right?"
The old man smirked, his beard twitching as he held back a laugh.
"These flying ships have carried numerous elders far stronger than you before you were even born, girl. It will surely hold unless..."
He paused, his eyes narrowing.
"Unless something beyond the Second Realm attacks us. But that is beyond rare."
Garion chuckled and stepped onto the ship, stretching his arms wide, grinning.
"Relax, Dahlia. The chance of something above the second realm showing up is low. Besides..."
He then stomped on the deck of the ship, trying to show her how steady it was.
"See? It was not that weak. Even my stomp couldn't make it creak."
Dahlia let out a breath and followed him up the short steps.
