Commander Ivette Dennen sat down in her own private chamber aboard her personal Liberator class battleship - Solace. She was of the biggest class of magic-powered airships employed in the Great Revolutionary’s military aeronautica division.

The commander’s personal quarters were cramped as all rooms on this ship were - space was at a premium on a ship built to fly. And yet it was lavishly decorated with finely carved wooden furniture and classy displays of wealth and status. It was in a soft and stately armchair that the great commander now rested her weary bones, content in a moment of quiet between the chaos of her duties.