"An Airship?" The surprise is evident in his voice as he follows Fjord down below deck. He manages to float down the ladder-stairs reasonably well, but does finally settle his feet onto the wood to accommodate for the lower ceiling. Tension creeps up the back of his neck, tightening between his shoulders. Essek tries to hide it behind amusement, instead.

"Seeing as I have no idea what either of those, I hope so as well." A pause in the narrow corridor. "Did you make them?"