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The smell of diesel, the taste of metal, the sound of engines, the feel of the wind, the sight of the earth passing far below...
OK, zepplins aren't for everybody. But for those of us who are filthy rich or at least good talkers, they're a very handy mode of transportation. One of my favorite right now. I've got Reynard packing and preparing the ship. I can't tell you the actual top speed (top secret, you know) but I can tell you that I prefer a very leisurely trip... more time to read, study, and drop water balloon.
I think the baronness has something in mind. I know she does. She never comes to me unless she needs something (and has exhauster her other options). We'll see, but for now, I need to make sure that Reynard stocks good gin, and my silk pajamas.
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