"Didn't know anyone still believed in faeries," said Gaius, who had somehow managed to clamber atop part of the old, ruined train. He knelt down, peering over the side to get a better look at Lindsey.

For his part, he'd managed to salvage some old leftover cloth, which he'd reworked into some semblance of a sack. Not as good as his old one, but beggars couldn't be choosers, and now that he had a few items to carry around in it, it felt almost like the old days.

"You look like you know what's up. Feel like a little cultural exchange?"