"Alright. I'll pose as your bodyguard, Madame Rose. It should make things simpler and keep questions off me," Devin suggested. 

He gave his equipment a quick check while the train was grinding to a halt. His bow was already strung and carried on his back, ready for action at a moment's notice. Bows weren't the most common weapon in recent times. Devin was well aware that guns were all the rage. Simple to use and packing a huge punch, even he could see the weapon's attractiveness. But in the hands of a good archer, a bow would never lose to a gun. They were noisy, had terrible accuracy and most importantly were unreliable, a point his father often commented loudly about. He drew a finger down the length of the bowstring, before slinging it back over his back.

Devin jumped off the car as soon as the train stopped at the station. The place was nothing more than a wooden platform, with a small hut to the side. There weren't more than a handful of passengers alighting aside from them. Devin turned around and offered his hand to Eulalie.

"Do you need a hand, Madame?" Devin said playfully, then chuckled. "I think this is how a gentleman acts?"

Raised in the countryside, Devin was a true-blooded country bumpkin. Technology confuses him. However, he had some time to observe the behavior of the city folk during his short stay in the Guild headquarters, so he wasn't completely clueless anymore.