>>6039900Your head snaps to the station's guard at a frightening speed, “Get us on the next train to the capital. Now!”
“M-ma’am, the station will have to close for the day after this. We can try-”
“Did I stutter? I don’t care If I have to buy the damn train just get it running!”
“Please calm down, I’m sure-”
“Do you even know who I am?! I am Princess Lorina de Lindan and my order will be followed posthaste!”
Just then a more official-looking representative of the station runs over, though he does turn rather green when he sees the mess of what was once a man, well everywhere. Thankfully, he has the sense to not argue with the royal or inquisitor covered in blood and gets a few spare train cars hitched to an engine, and sends you off in about an hour. Though you did end up having to buy the damn thing and take over a few worker contracts, not that they minded the royal premium. Your father won’t mind, surely. It should probably come as a point of prestige that the Royal Family owns their own private train and employs the workers for it. You’ll need to get someone and somewhere to store it though, but you have two days to solve that problem. Though you can now consider three train cars, a sleeper, a dining, a lounge car, and a locomotive in your personal assets.
Soon after that mess is dealt with however your old clothes are disposed and a new pair is put on after a lengthy cleaning process with nothing but a few wet towers. Oh, the horror, you thought Asher's old shower was bad before but, ugh, you don’t even want to think about it. Luckily your large bags, hey! not those ones, had quite a few spare pairs of clothes. Though they are quite a bit heavier with your new spoils of war, you’ve still yet to name your rifle, perhaps you should get on that soon? It only has a few of the bronze-spearhead-looking things left but you’re certain you can get some use out of it still. You shake your head, that’s not what you should be worrying about, your families in danger and you need to think of what to say. Normally you’d write a letter but seeing as you’re currently speeding across the countryside on one of the fastest modes of transportation in the world, perhaps behind that engined boat you used, that option is rather pointless. You’ll see them soon but will that be enough?
A knock resounds on your door, you voice a simple, “Come in,” while on your bed causing both Asher and Marie to enter the room. It’s a room much similar to the one you had while traveling to Ivern though you doubt it’s the same carriage. Marie takes a seat at your desk while Asher closes the door and puts his back against the wall.
“So seems we got ourselves a Stranger problem,” Is the Inquisitor's first remark.
“You think? How can you be so sure it’s not just a normal assassination attempt?” You question.
“The plastic bag, right?” Marie questions and then smiles from the praise as Asher nods his head.
