OOC: This is your Pilot speaking, we have departed. If there are any people from the Bannor thread, then you shall be forced to listen to all my poems before being thrown out the airlock.
Thank you for choosing Caravan Airlines, if you don't thank us, well too bad, we already started.
IC: The young lady looked sadly behind as the ashes of Kwythellar drifted up into the dark, dark cloud. It was a picture in her life that she would remember until she died.
A tear slowly drifted down her face and she hoped that she managed to flick it away before anyone noticed it. This wasn't a time to make herself seen weak.
She looked back at the Caravan and said "Does anyone need any help?" before joining the group again.