Hoss and the others had gotten into a bit of a quarrel when asking for directions to Sidwell with the locals speaking a little too fast a dialect for them to cohesively understand with such complex directions.<br/>"Fucking tin head sounded like he chewed glass and gargled kerosene," Charles remarked kicking a rock along the trackway as they eventually found each other.<br/>"No luck as far as finding a ride to Sidwell, couldn't make heads nor tails of some of what the folks here are saying." Kryner narrowed his eyes,<br/>"Ok my turn." He said as he put a firm hand on the shoulder of one of the railway workers. "Bub, Sidwell how and which way?" The man seemed a bit startled and just pointed over his shoulder.<br/>"Ferry is the fastest way, a day trip down the river."<br/>"Thank you for your time." Kryner sneered as he let go of his strong grip and walked with the rest of the group to find the Mississippi river a massive body of water with plenty of docks and ports for them to go and find a ferry, but the locals didn't help much with how they talked, luckily for them they had an ace in the hole with how Delphine was more than accustomed to how these people spoke.