Marros?

The day started simple enough, journal.
 
Waking up early to the sounds of excitement from Rio was to be expected (he does still regard us as heroes, after all), but what was not was the note left on the room table. Although I couldn't read it, I knew it was written by Mayday, at the very least, and I hope that means he's starting to be more open to communication with the party. I'd meant to pass it to Artemis later, but, ah... that became unnecessary rather quickly.
 
The rest of the day was spent ensuring Rio did not accidentally get himself into any trouble. While the outing was enjoyable, there was a certain incident at the bridge. One that makes much more sense now with the information on hand.
 
Rio had stopped quite suddenly in the middle of the bridge. Initially I'd assumed he was bracing himself to vomit, but rather surprisingly, he turned to face me instead and asked if I'd heard anything.
 
I replied with a simple no, and, fearing he was suffering from vertigo, decided it'd be best if I carried him the rest of the way over.
 
We spent the rest of the trip exploring the other side of the Maw, before stopping at a tram. Rio had spotted the giant flying balloons sitting at the crest of the hill, and he'd quickly rushed over to a tram that carried people up.
 
The gnome there was pleasant enough, and he was quite willing to answer any questions we had about the flying airships. He did mention something interesting though, and that was that the airships were powered by artificers. It certainly got me wondering if that is something Mayday could do.
 
Ah, but this is where it gets interesting journal. For you see, shortly after the cart's doors shut, a man that'd been rushing over seemed to...
 
Blip through them.
 
It was quite a sight to see, and most certainly something I plan to ask the man himself about sometime in the future.
 
Introductions were made, and he told us his name was Aust. Both Rio and I seemed most interested in him, though Rio was far less adept at hiding it. Pleasantries were, however, quickly interrupted when Rio pointed out some men crawling up a nearby tower, and...
 
It was the cult of the metal dog, journal. They were back.
 
Instantly, panic had flooded my body. I saw they were attempting to cast some sort of spell and, fearing the worst, I tried to open the cart doors to throw a javelin at them in hopes of interrupting their casting. Unfortunately, it did not work, as they were soon done with their spell as three air spirits appeared outside the cart.
 
Moments passed before the cart began to shudder and shake. One of the spirits had disappeared from outside, so I assumed it was one of them that attacked the cart. Looking up I spotted a hatch, and although I was not tall enough to open it, with Aust's help we were able to hoist Rio up. Rather frustratingly, the young half-elf seemed to believe this to be an opportunity to climb up there himself. Despite my best efforts, I was not able to pull him back down.
 
Thankfully, it seemed none of the spirits had taken the chance to attack him, as when I jumped up there myself he appeared unscathed.
 
The following fight was rather standard, until the second of the two cart supports snapped.
 
And this, journal, is where it gets stressful.
 
Because shortly afterwards, I was launched off the cart.
 
I was able to escape my rage and cast Featherfall on myself in time. I'd hoped Aust and Rio would've been able to handle the remaining spirits, but it appears they were not, as the cart was soon falling with me.
 
In a panic, I launched myself off the nearby cliff wall in an attempt to get closer to the cart, and although I was able to cast it on the conductor as well as my two party members, in my panic I'd forgotten to recast it on myself. Which meant I was quickly flying closer to the three.
 
I'll be frank. This is where I thought I would die. Though my body is strong, I doubted my ability to survive such a fall, especially since I'd be crashing into the metal cart.
 
But then I remembered Steve.
 
In a flash, he was summoned, and I asked him (albeit rather rudely) to cast Featherfall on all of us. Thankfully, he complied quickly, and soon the four of us were gently floating down towards the ground.
 
There, I saw the rest of the normal party gathered around some cult members. I was unable to catch all of their interrogation, but I did hear mention of the cult's temple located... at the very bottom of the Maw. Which was, I'll admit, rather annoying to hear, considering all of the close encounters I'd already had with heights and the like. I may be accustomed to living high up, but I've had the unfortunate luck of becoming used to falling down...
 
This, however, was not the most curious fact of this journey.
 
What intrigued me most was when Rio referred to Mayday by the name Marros.