“Hey, Dyer, how about you bring me some meat from Orgrimmar when you come back?” asked Zapetta. “This Forsaken food is awful.”

“Have your coin purse handy and we’ll see,” smiled Dyer stepping onto the zeppelin.

“You drive a hard bargain,” grinned Zapetta as Dyer crossed the threshold.

Dyer made his way up to the observation platform of the zeppelin. Calling it a zeppelin was an act of kindness. The Thundercaller was more of a flying hydrogen bomb. The giant boat was held aloft by an even bigger balloon filled with explosive gasses and held to the boat by a series of loose rope rigging. It was amazing the vehicles even worked at all but the Goblins were amazing engineers.

Still Dyer wished The Thundercaller had been removed from service and replaced with a newer, more modern zeppelin. Part of this was because The Thundercaller had a penchant for technical difficulties. The other was the first mate was a female Goblin with an eye for anyone male and Blood Elfs males were by far the most attractive species on the planet.

“Cast off the lines,” shouted the Goblin captain Sky Captain Cloudkicker. “Full speed ahead, Mr. Copperbolt.”

“Mister Fairweather, slow ahead if you please,” said Chief Officer Coppernut. “Sir, if you could at least get my gender correct...”