“I guess, yeah. The trade ship could probably be hijacked and returned to Archadian territory. But that would take an extremely skilled pilot and an even more talented navigator, especially because you’d have to take it down through the gorge to keep it beneath ground level and off of any readings. Not to mention it’d be completely illegal, but then so’s the arms trade. But this isn’t actually happening, so this is all hypothetical anyway, right?”
“Of course,” said the Emperor of Archadia. He leaned forward in his chair, gloved hands steepled on the desk. “Absolutely theoretical.”
“And so, hypothetically, with a new skystone certain parties could intercept this ship and have it well on its way back in about, hm. Maybe half a day?”
The Emperor of Archadia smiled the smile that launched a thousand years of gossip. It looked absolutely winning on the new currency. “And this fictional estimate would be absolutely ideal. How long would it take, in theory, to be refitted?”
“An hour. I mean, if we happened to have the best guild masters working on it…”
“Which you would have.”
“Which we would have,” repeated Penelo, hand at her mouth to cover her laughter. “Hypothetically. Thank you, Larsa.”
“Say nothing of it,” murmured the Emperor, quite pleased.
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Date: 2007-09-04 04:26 pm (UTC)“Of course,” said the Emperor of Archadia. He leaned forward in his chair, gloved hands steepled on the desk. “Absolutely theoretical.”
“And so, hypothetically, with a new skystone certain parties could intercept this ship and have it well on its way back in about, hm. Maybe half a day?”
The Emperor of Archadia smiled the smile that launched a thousand years of gossip. It looked absolutely winning on the new currency. “And this fictional estimate would be absolutely ideal. How long would it take, in theory, to be refitted?”
“An hour. I mean, if we happened to have the best guild masters working on it…”
“Which you would have.”
“Which we would have,” repeated Penelo, hand at her mouth to cover her laughter. “Hypothetically. Thank you, Larsa.”
“Say nothing of it,” murmured the Emperor, quite pleased.