It is rare that an army on the march, or flight, can go a half-day without some rations. Where did you learn this trick, and what is the nature of your provisions?

Look, any soldier not on their first ranging knows that when you can, you cheat. Before setting out, Exilis paid a visit to his ... friends? acquaintances? ... Fritz and Fritz (no relation), who are definitely two of the top alchemists in the Storm March, if only because there isn't much competition for the honors yet. (Exilis, though, believes they actually have at least half the chops they claim to have.) Anyway, they've got this super-energizing slime food that they've been working on, designed to keep you going when food supplies are scarce. It tastes pretty much exactly like it looks like it would, and you can't live on it forever, but when you're working with a tight timeline and cannot afford to stop for lunch breaks, it'll do.

Just, uh .. Make sure to drink some water. A little more. There you go.

While circling the island, Exilis makes careful note of the aerie landing. That, he believes, is the natural first place to land. The farmland steppes would be fine if they were trying to infiltrate the area, and the watchtower if they were attempting to be rude, but from what he knows the inhabitants of the island are unlikely to be immediately hostile. Arriving following something like the normal procedures might allow them a chance to talk first.

Your quartet of fliers breaks into the yellow-green clouds, passing wispy gouts of fog at first before the density of the morass reaches near-marshmallow patches in places.

Through Otto's steady lead, the group avoids the worst and densest of the cloud bank, keeping your pace up. Even so, it still takes the better part of the morning before you've broken through to within landing distance at the barony isle.
Otto, what memory does travelling through this cloud bank conjure for you?

Hawthorne says a short prayer as you enter the bank, and it seems that Sister Moon is watching over you all! Buried within the dense chunks of cloud you notice any number of cart-sized boulders. Keeping your distance, you notice vague multi-limbed shapes skittering across the boulders. Caution being the better part of valor, you wave the group away from each hidden boulder as you spot them.
The fog hides threats, Hawthorne. Tell me what you know of Sky Filchers.

Exilis's experienced preparations allow your cadre the luxury of high-energy snacks, while also providing for each of your mounts. No one need dip into their rations due to Exilis's smart provisioning.
It is rare that an army on the march, or flight, can go a half-day without some rations. Where did you learn this trick, and what is the nature of your provisions?

By midday, you've arrived at the outskirts of the lost isle of the Barony of Gelt!

---

The isle itself looms just a minute away in the distance, the green fog clouds having broken to reveal the mass of land itself hovering just barely over another thicker band of clouds. Were it not for your route through the bilious surrounds, you might not know of path away from this place.



The air here is still, serene. The land in the distance has a vague kind of haziness to it, something your senses can't quite settle on. What is apparent, however, are several potential landing sites.

A massive watchtower looms to the left hand side of the isle. The stonework is immaculate, evident even from this distance.

Atop the mountain peaks, you spot a small aerie landing. Possibly where the barony lands its own fliers?

As you begin to circumnavigate the isle, you see the backside of the mountains opens to an impossibly massive series of farmland steppes carved into the stone slope.

Toth, one hand gripping her flyer's reins, is furiously conjuring a seeing spell with her off hand; she offers you no guidance if asked, and trusts you all to determine a proper landing site.

Where do you land?