The man was looking out the window of the train, lost in thought. He had gotten onto the train at the beginning of the day, and it was nearing midnight.  Needless to say, he was a bit tired, quite annoyed at the train's slowness. He understood he had gotten in a different country,but wasn't magic meant to make this stuff quicker? Even if he WAS taking one of the cheaper trains...which was obvious, considering it was an older model. Large and kind of blocky, made out of normal metals and woods. Downright primitive compared to the newer ones, comprised of smooth white metal, comprised of a steel-crystal alloy, and gold wood, which was made via using magically infused water to grow trees, cutting them down not with an axe, but verses designed to split the trees apart. 


Needless to say, the man knew a bit about magical technology, the alternatively to verses. It was quicker to cast and much easier to use, but not as powerful in most cases. And in most cases it didn't matter, so that was a moot point. The man had always appreciated it, and in another life, he might have made a living working on it. But [i]this[/i] was his life, where he used it as a tool.

"Huh?" he suddenly, looking up, seeing a woman talk to him. That was odd, he wasn't the most friendly looking sort. His hair was a mess, brown and gong down to his chin, looking like he hadn't combed it in years. He had well tanned skin, and a decent amount of stubble, with bright blue eyes and a hard face finishing his looks off. He was wearing a heavy,long red jacket, with white accents on the sleeves and bottom of the coat, with a several rivets holding what appeared to be armor parts on the shoulder, a darker red than the rest. Underneath the jacket was a simple black tank-top and olive pants, finished off with black works boots. Oh, and of note was his belt and bracelets, which appeared to part of a set. Made out of red leather with a metal plate, each etched with a different word. "Alive" for one bracelet, "Free" for the other, but oddly enough, whatever was etched onto the belt was crossed out.


"..." He stared at the woman, sighing. He figured it wouldn't have hurt. "Sure." he said, rolling up his sleeve to the elbow, holding out his arm, showing a number of aged scars, forming a contract with the quite recent bruise. "Accident at the train station, nothing major." He explained, his voice deep and gruff.