From Roman, on his cell phone.

Hanro ignored the gnome for a few moments, still awed by the ship, though careful not to show it. Amazing, he thought. Simply amazing. Who would have thought that dwarf and drazai would be capable of creating such a masterpiece? Who could have imagined it in his wildest dreams?

The drazai, apparently, Hanro thought, and smirked. They were always up to something, and this time they were wise to turn to dwarven craftsmen for aid. He had not seen the result of the joint project until now, and he was impressed.

"It is beautiful, is it not?" said a soft voice behind him. Szaz was also impressed with the ship, and there was an unmistakable hint of pride in his voice. The little drazai came forward, and handed his backpack to the gnome, but not before taking out his spellbook. "This I shall keep, you understand," he said. "It is not a matter of trust, but a matter of importance, you understand. Some items a wizard cannot part with, for any length of time."

Hanro took off his own backpack, and threw it to the gnome's feet. "Me weapons an' armor I keep with me," he said. "T'is not a matter of trust," he mimicked the drazai mockingly, "but a matter of not bein' stupid enough ta stay unarmed fer any length of time."