"What's with the old man's sudden change in mood?" Fionn inquired, looking at Neal with a puzzled expression.

"Nothing, he's just too greedy, even in his old age." Neal responded with laughter, without going into specifics.

"Who is he, and can he pilot the Airship? His condition does not appear to be good." Concerned about his safety, Fionn inquired.

"Don't worry, he may appear old, but he's a rank 1 practitioner, his piloting skills and experience are among the best in this port, and as for his identity, you can call him Grath." Neal responded.

Fionn nodded, and looking at Grath, whose face had begun to darken again noticing their chitchat, he said chuckling, "I think I should board now, otherwise that old man will die of anger."

"Yeah, I think so too, but keep in mind that there are many other young people on this Airship who are hoping to get into Legacy; don't talk to them too much because they are all spoiled descendents of merchant families with little to no chance of getting into the academy; because you're alone, they might try to bother you for their own amusement, which will only worsen your mood and cause unnecessary trouble." Neal advised.

"I understand," Fionn said as he patted Neal's shoulders, adding, "I am sincerely grateful for all the help you provided, and I just want you to know that if you ever need my help again, please contact me without hesitation."

Neal chuckled and said, "Now you're making me embarrassed, it's my pleasure to send you to Legacy, I hope you'll create your own Legend there and receive all the glory, so I can flaunt the fact I'm your bro and a little part of your success."

"I will," Fionn said, smiling as he walked towards the Airship, waving Neal goodbye.

"So much for respecting elders, how can you let an old man like me wait on you?" grumbled Garth, staring at Fionn as he approached.

"Please accept my apologies; I was saying farewell to a friend." Fionn apologised sincerely.

Garth snorted and led the way after hearing Fionn's apology, saying, "Follow me."

Fionn nodded and followed him; despite being a hunched-backed old man, Garth's pace was not slow at all; walking swiftly, both of them entered the Airship's lower deck, which appeared to be a bar/ballroom; there were about 15 or so people currently present in this deck, including crew members. A group of teenagers were sitting near the bar counter, drinking their drinks and listening to the band's music. When they heard footsteps coming their way, they looked over, and their gazes coincidentally met Fionn's, who was checking his surroundings.

When they looked into Fionn's eyes, they felt as if they were confronted with an icy tundra, causing them shudders. Fionn smiled and nodded as he continued to follow Grath, noticing the group of teenagers staring at him absent-mindedly.

"Bro, do you know who he is?" A young man with curly hair asked the dwarf sitting next to him, his gaze fixed on Fionn's back.

"I'm not sure, but judging by his attire and the fact that he was with Captain Grath, he must be important." The dwarf guy replied as he sipped his drink.

"Can he be a noble?" Asked one of the group's short-haired girls, her eyes twinkling.

"He certainly looks like one, but I can't say for sure," another girl in the group added, her tone much calmer.

"Let's inform Ned; as, he is the only one of us with a bloodline, he can certainly gauge his status." Suggest the dwarf guy, who jumped out of his seat, his face full of crafty excitement.

Following Grant, Fionn took the stairway upstairs to the middle deck, which has rows of rooms.

"Room no. 15 is yours," Grath said as he stood in the hallway, pointing to a room.

"Are the crew and passengers accommodated on the same deck?" Fionn inquired curiously.

"No, crew members have rooms closer to their respective workstations, but because of our master's kindness, we always have a room reserved for crew members on the passagers deck that we can allocate to anyone among us if he/she becomes ill because our rooms are not comfortable for a sick person to stay." Grath answered, his tone indicating his respect for his master.

"I understand." Fionn responded.

"Take these keys; I'm busy; don't bother looking for me; if you need anything, ask the crew." Garth said as he handed Fionn the room keys and walked away.