Little clouds rose to the sky with each puff of breath into the chilly morning. Train horns blared, men yelled and civilians rushed to catch their rides. The Silver Beast was checked one last time, before you climbed on and bid a brief farewell to the workers.

After greeting the engineer, you stroll through the wagons, taking mental notes of who came and who went. You politely greet whoever passed you on the hallways, until eventually reaching the lounge car. A dozen-or-so people had already settled comfortably, much to your relief. Now, to relieve them as well.