Steiner thought about the house carriage and was glad he wouldn't have to walk. He had walked around enough and the joints on his legs were were getting what people called arthritis, thus why he needed so much oil just then.

"Miss Lotus, exactly where is it we are going? And by port town you mean somewhere near the water? Please don't let it be water. I have a phobia of water. If I get wet I can rust and then what use would I be." He made another sad look on his face, as he turned to look at her.

That was another thing about him. Water was his mortal enemy. Steiner was deathly afraid of water and never wanted to come in contack with it again. The last time he came into contact he almost rusted and became completely useless. 

Steiner looked at Lotus and then spoke. "Sorry about that, but I hate water. Is there another way to get to where ever it is we need to go?"