“What’s goin’ on?” Jedediah repeated the newcomers question, looking down from his horse. He looked to her, 
“This here man’s incharge of encasin’ us in this box. He’s stoppin’ our progress, and that won’t do. We need new land to expand the railroads, and to run our livestock!” He answered, “Partner, we’re revoltin’ ‘gainst this here tyranny! No sir, we ain’t gonna take this kinda stuff no more!” Jedediah ran a pinched finger briskly on the rim of his ten gallon hat, as he looked up to see the view of the Iron Horse bolting for the nightguard. The men were holding him down just fine…


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Kytell darted closer across the smooth stone floor, towards the skirmish engraved in the wall of the room. It seemed so far, despite the fact that the Italy—or—Roman territory was right next to this foreign land, with a desert. Kytell had run up to the stand quickly enough to hear the loud noises. He looked up at the cliff that existed between him and a much better view of this whole thing. Normally, would have had to report back, but the other scouts were doing that. Which meant that his restrictions were nell. 

Kytell found it easy to climb upward, as he just gripped the leg of the Nightguard, instnesly fixed on the floor. The man pulled out two arrows which he would use as climbing utensils. Kytell figured he’d have to climb hastily, however, being quick and lightly equipped gave him that exact advantage. Hence, the archer hastily climbed upward. He was going to explore this new land, while he still could. The thick cloth of the nightguards outfit would prevent him from niticing the small gashes Kytell was making in it, considering his focus would be on the train, Kytell knew he could make the climb.