[center][i][b]Eulalie[/i][/b][/center]

"Yes, you are a natural, Monsieur Huntsman." she said with a smile as she allowed Devin to help her down. She could have him wrapped around her pinkie in no time...

Eulalie glanced around once she was outside and a few steps away from the train. There was a level of humidity and a scent of burnt coal coming from the steam engine that was reassuring to her. The hustle and bustle of cargo being loaded or unloaded was smaller than what she was used to in La Havre, but made the area a little more homey for her despite being so far from the coast. It was only lacking more people, being that the small town's train station seemed to be staffed by less than a dozen men. As the smoke and steam from the stopping of the train engine faded away the town was revealed more fully before them in the fading light. There was a mixture of wooden buildings and brick buildings, but far more wood. There was a warehouse and office for the train station to their right, and a general store towards their left. She could see other signs poking out from rows of buildings down the main road from the train: a saloon, a bank which also housed a telegram service, then on the general store side of the street there was a notary public, and a courthouse with a jail that really didn't look large enough to be either of those things. It looked like the end of the road faced an Inn, with something that looked like a row of workhouses next to it. Otherwise, the other buildings seemed to be residences or storage buildings. If there was a church, it was likely to be on another street over or so where there were more residences. Eulalie figured the same would be true for the houses of anyone well-to-do.