Steam locomotives, the height of modern transport. A little less crowded since your last time on one, as this time you are taking the midday, and only one other person is booked for this compartment during the ride.

Speak of the devil, the door to your compartment slides open and in strides an owl-man. He's dressed sharply in gold and red, contrasting his white and brown feathers nicely. He gives you a curt 'Good afternoon' before sitting down and pulling out a newspaper.