The train was heading towards a village under frequent, almost systematic attack by deserted Military Units. If enough personal and arms were leaving the army to form entire units capable of raiding villages, then truly the Empire was falling apart at its seams. The war has been won, that was certain. But certainly, the Empire never managed to grasp the most important thing of all.

Victory.

It was a war they could not afford to win twice. They had broken their hand trying to punch their enemy. Regardless, this was a time of strife and darkness, and that was certainly good for a girl like Franziska. Flipping through her book and ignoring the commotion going on around her, she waited patiently for them to arrive at their stop. Once she was done this chapter, she'd probably stand up and take a look around. Sitting in the corner of a train car was nice, but considering how drunk these people were getting it may be apt to move to the back, like one of her fellows was doing.