Jurdanith Yusifaar's Story

Dairan took note of the man's terse tone and decided not to ask any specifics on the matter. He also scanned him up and down and took notice of not only the two very colorful and intricate-looking pistols, but also the paleness of the man's skin, how this man's suit was dirty but not ripped or torn anywhere, and he thought he saw fangs when the man opened his mouth to answer him. Now Dairan's curiosity was peaked even further.

"A treasure hunter huh, I can respect that as I am somewhat of a hunter myself though I prefer my targets to be a bit more... alive." Dairan said with a slight air of pride in his voice. He turned to the other man sitting in the area with him and asked, "And what about you, what brings you here?"

The outside of the train transitioned very slowly from a series of tall old stone structures of a yellow hue to the verdant green jungles that overtook much of the planetscape. The sight of the wilds extended out almost like a sea of canopy that this train twisted and moved about like a ship just swimming off the very surface of the trees beneath.

The Count remained rather rigid, stiff. The cart they now shared the three of them was by no means a comfortable one. There was... turbulence that made him far less dignified no matter the posture he kept on the bench. The young man in the fancy uniform tried to studying this newest stranger. Who struck him as either ex-military or current assassin.

"Duty." He replied back in a single word at first. "I am contacting another clan on the other side of this planet. They have gained control of a fuel source that is unique here and in abundance. My masters want to establish better relations with them and have sent me to act as their agent." He took another vanilla scented cigarette out of his gold case. Somewhat offering it to the gentleman in camo for a moment as he knew the other didn't smoke.

Jurdanith thought he was listening. But for whatever reason, the word "Duty" triggered him. He went off into a trance. He has no idea how long it had been. 5 minutes? Several days? He was completely sure he dozed off in the middle of thier conversation or maybe even had a stroke. Because by the time he snapped back to reality, he'll realize he was no longer docked at the loading bay. They are now moving. Uncomfortably so as well. It was not a ride for those accustomed to comfort.

Jurdanith realized that it was a vision that he experienced. He was completely inundated with this overwhelming sense of 'loss' and 'regret'. Somewhere in that vision, he saw flashing of a giant monster. Something that seemed to be so massive, this train would have a hard time outrunning that thing, if it didnt seem to be severely injured. The creature.. the site of that creature brought about such pain. Such longing to survive.

Jurdanith knew the flash of that creature was what was causing this overwhelming negative emotions, it's as if he felt like he was losing a vital friend. It was so unusual, and so powerful, Jurdanith would just stare with a look of blank shock. Unsure of how to move forward, he would sit in silence. Looking at the giant trees outside as they pass by.

"No, I'm good thanks," Dairan said as he gestured to the caped young man to put away the cigarettes as he leaned back onto the bench making himself comfortable. "But you mean to tell me you're going to try to make a deal with some of the people on this planet dressed and acting like that? Heh, good luck with that. I'm not normally one to just give out free advice randomly, but you kinda seem like you need it. There are two things you should know about the inhabitants of this world, they are extremely prideful, and the one thing they value is strength. Dressed as you are now they'll see you as weak and I don't think they take too kindly to being looked down upon."