Groundskimmer

An odd conveyance of two canoe-like hulls, rotted timber, a snapped mast, and aetherium bands sits waiting to become a land-sailing craft. Restoring it demands a skilled carpenter, good timber, a new sail, a season of patient work, attunement to its aetherium, and someone willing to learn the tiller. Loaded and underway it hovers a few feet above the earth and sails the open country — crossing the Flats in a day under good wind — but The Great Wood is too dense for it, and the Steplands, Foothills, and mountains are suicide off-road.