"Got pushed int a luggage cart, luggage fell onto me and bruised my arm. Simple as that." The man answered when she asked, watching her work. She was pretty good, to be able to form a verse on a moving train with little to no preparation. The man had to admit, he was impressed at her work, and this was shown on his face. "Not bad, miss." he complimented, giving a nod to the finished work. He hesitated to call it done MASTERFULLY, but there was great skill shown in the Verse, that much was fact. "Judging from your skills and the stuff you have with you... Going to one of the academies over in Sanctirum?" He asked, curious. Not everyday somebody was accepted into one of those, and even less often did somebody manage to stay in one to complete the curriculum. Tough to get into, tough to finish, but those who could had the skills and power to show it.  Such people were becoming rarer, at that, as people drifted away from the use of Verses.