We signaled to the Ban Sidhe to hold until we passed southward, to catch any pursuit. Mogh's mind raced as he thought... Time to fly again! Hopefully not having to engage in a costly sea battle. Two sharp loud cracks and a mast listing to the side meant the "hornet had stung the beetle", as it were. We signaled for the Ban Sidhe to get in the water, time to fly south... fast. Someone heard that mini-cannon, I'm certain of that thought Mogh. With our secret heir to the throne of Nóregr growing in Cat's womb, we must go far away for awhile. Our baby must survive this series of assassination attempts, and random attacks.