Daemon blinked from his perch on Kain's back, the warpiece curled in a ball, as the gunner from before came back at a run.<br/><br/>A few deep breaths of air later -how far had she had to run?- and she gasped,<span style="font-weight: bold">"Alright, he knows. You're coming with us. Train's leavin'. Let's go." </span>She jerked her head, presumably toward the location of the train, and started jogging that direction.<br/><br/>Torn between amusement and bewilderment, he hopped off Kain's back, the wyvern uncurling as soon as he had. Jogging to catch up with the woman was easy- traveling the distances he did, over the kind of terrain he did meant he was fit out of neccesity. "Take it that your transport specialists leave on time regardless of whether the passengers are on board?" He asked dryly. Someone behind them yelping in shock as Kain swerved around them as they exited a tent.<br/><br/>The crowding that was inevitable in military camps lessened as they made the trip, fading to just sentries, messengers as the train station came into view. He slowed, mentally urging Kain to do the same- no sense in potentially running over some poor sod stuck with ferrying last minute messages to and fro. Daemon arched an eyebrow at the amount of sentries both around the entrance, and inside the station proper- they took security seriously.<br/><br/>And standing at the entrance was the man who had hired him- Judas Haas, whom he knew by word of feats, for all he had faked ignkrance to the sentries. They approached the man, and Daemon twitched, resisting old habits as he came to a halt in front of the man. Kain sat behind him,  resting his head on Deamon's left shoulder, staring at the graying man warily. After a moments hesitation caused by fighting down muscle memory, he tucked a loose piece of hair behind his ear-he'd have to redo his braid, it seemed.<br/><br/>He forced himself to give a rough approximation of a smile, stating, "Well, you being here means the trains still in the station, one would hope." He hesitated wondering if he should use 'sir'- he hadn't during the meeting during which the man had hired him, but if he was going to be around the man's subordinates.... He shifted his hand to rub Kain's cheek, more to soothe himself than his friend. The Warpiece leaned into his hand, making a sound very much like a deep purr.