Zincarla stood up from where she was waiting when she saw the three-eyed boy heading her way. There was no mistaking who he was on sight as the others in the train station moved out of his way and clustered in whispers; even strangers spoke under their breath together about him. Zincarla tensed somewhat understanding how it might feel to be Khadim in this place. The dark haired woman figured that if people could mistreat her, especially once they found out about her criminal past, at least she could trace that to some obvious danger about herself. She had gotten stares and whispers when she was first released and had mostly hidden her history from strangers to stop getting that response when she walked down the street. However, Khadim couldn't help what he looked like, as far as she knew anyway. It made her want to protect him, just a little, but it was also her belief that one ought to protect themselves. He was able enough from her standpoint so Zincarla didn't comment on it.
Zincarla passed him the ticket she bought him and then the folded file she had kept in her side bag.
"You can read this on the train. It includes all the details the locals have on the case and should give us a head start once we arrive in Clover Town. The train should take us to the town center, then we'll have to walk to the lake." Khadim stated that '
we' were there to help and cocked an eyebrow at him before looking around. Her magenta eyes scanned the area but nobody else appeared to be approaching.
"I only bought one extra ticket," She began, turning back to Khadim,
"And the guild didn't mention anyone else. Who is with you?"He tried to cover himself up in nervousness, changing his words to 'I', but something didn't sit right with her. Just as when they first met, he seemed so odd to her. There was something unsettling, past his eyes, which she tried not to stare at. It wasn't just his magic either, as she could only feel that he had a valid amount of power for a job like this. Zincarla narrowed her eyes again on the station but saw nobody: no lurkers hiding behind trash cans, no eyes carefully catching glances over a newspaper article, and no loners leaning against the wall pretending to not hear but actually eavesdrop the whole time. Maybe it was just a mess up with words, but Zincarla would have to investigate that later.
A sharp piercing whistle broke through the air, too loud to talk or ask questions through and a loud rumbling signaled that the train had been started up.
"Time to go," Zincarla shouted over the sounds. She drew out her own ticket and held it tightly in her fingers, then with her free hand she grabbed Khadim's elbow and dragged him forward. The mage pulled him through a crowd and then up onto the platform for boarding as swiftly as she could move. Granted, she wasn't that fast, but it was as urgent as she could act. Zincarla placed her ticket in the uniformed woman's hand, then slipped past her into the train's long carpeted hallway. The train's inside was decorated with a plush red carpet that transitioned to a flat browning rug the farther back it traveled. It was easy to see where most travelers could afford to sit based on that. The trip wasn't long enough to be picky about a seat, however.
Zincarla gestured wordlessly and led the way down the dirty hallway carpet towards the back of the train until she found a small cabin with glass windows, red velvet curtains, and a gold handled door. It matched the number on her ticket and she entered the room, finding it to be peacefully empty inside. Two plush red-cushioned benches faced each other and a large glass window inside showed the station outside and a bit of roiling smoke from the engine's kick start. The dark haired woman entered and took a seat, crossing her arms and preparing for the long trip. She had already read through the file and it might be a good time for a nap, after all her traveling partner would be busy reading the file himself. Or at least he should be.
"I think I'm going to take a nap. You can wake me when we get there, and not before." Zincarla declared. She slipped off her side bag and positioned it like a pillow by the end of the bench. Then she kicked off her boots, and stretched out on the bench. If Khadim wanted to talk, she would indulge him, but otherwise, her magenta eyes would close and she would drift off to sleep before the train even officially left the station.
WC: 809+ 371= 1180@Khadim