Malandax turned towards the group of casters as the men went to prepare for departure, beckoning for them to come over. He made his way around the table to meet them. "Looking well, Caster Magispark." He looked at the lady's apparel, it would certainly draw less attention towards her person compared to the trio who were with her; they were easily identifiable as Casters, especially the young lady. But it wasn't in his best interest to teach, but to command and win. "And you must be Judas," He turned around to face the map, "Anyway, you will be joining up with five companies to take an armored train down here," he traced a finger from a blue wooden block on the map to a smaller block of wood ,"to reinforce a location. They want another staging area to increase our reach."<br/><br/>"So we're there just to oversee the operations? What about our Warpieces?" The unknown male Caster asked.<br/><br/>"Yes, more or less. Nothing should happen, save for the unlikely event that an organized attack would come upon the encampment. As for Warpieces, most of them on-site are mules, so you should go to the depot where they would have a couple of spares." He did not mention the fact that most Steelshire Casters had a personal Warpiece, so dealing with this was a bit strange. "I suspect the train will be leaving soon, so you should see to that you are present when that happens. Any other questions?" He turned from them to move to the side, filling up a document to grant them entry to the station. "This gets you onto the train," He held up the paper, inspecting it and letting the ink dry for a second before folding it into half and passing it to Magispark, "Don't lose it."