Kaya dithered for a moment as the rest of her group began ambling off behind Tarkus towards the column of light, trying to decide if she needed her helm on or if she wanted her field of view unobstructed. Noting the gathering at the train, she swiftly decided that conversations were easier without a thick plate of steel in front of her mouth, and she left it off as she followed suit with the others, though as she walked she pulled the pin from under her left vambrace and put her braid up into the bun that allowed it to pad her head from the helm itself, should the need for it arise. beads of sweat broke out on her brow as they moved, and while her eyes glanced to the side seeking threats, for the most part her gaze stayed steady on the oddity they were aiming for. Her jaw was set and her pace resolute, measured so that she didn't accidentally overhear whatever it was that Tarkus and Vasma were discussing, but inside her mind there was a roil of chaos she was keeping in check.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What if it's a cabal of mages? I've never fought a real mage before, only those hodgepodge idiots who work with bandits. This is clearly something beyond that? Can I close with them before they roast me like a fish in my armour? Can my blade cut them? Glades and meadows, but I wish the Captain had gone more over this. I know more than enough about fighting Slowfolk with weapons, but powers and gods are something entirely different.</span>Her eyes fell over Floriad and Silas and their two quadrupedal companions.<span style="font-style: italic">What about them? Tarkus can handle himself, and I am more than certain I don't know a thing about the cat's capabilities, but smart as they are, Brom and Vival might not know quite what to do. Or what if they have the ability to control them somehow? Will I have to put them down? The Sidhe can disappear if she gets into trouble. I wonder how the elf's experience will hold?</span><br/><br/>Just as she was beginning to lose focus on the situation and dream up tactical problems and solutions for what she had no way to plan for, the whinny of the panicked animals in the stables caught in her mind, and her head snapped swiftly to where the stable hands were struggling to take care of their charges. Kaya broke formation and cantered over, armour shining and face full of almost motherly concern. She called out in her mother tongue, a close cousin language to the Sidhe's own and pleasing enough to the humans who heard it, but the effect on the horses was immediate. They stopped rearing and stamping, stood to attention, and whinnied in unison in response. As she closed with the bewildered workers, she spoke in a rapid-fire, lilting manner. The mounts turned and offered no resistance as the men lead them back into their stalls hurriedly, working under the worry of the looming threat of magic attack. Kaya shrugged at the men trying to calm the cockatrices, but she could do nothing for them. After a few moments speaking with the stable-master, a well-muscled man with a bite scar on one cheek who stood up to her chest, she shook his hand and trotted back after her group, who were still moving, and much closer to the smelly iron of the train tracks.<br/><br/>Having never actually seen a train before, she didn't immediately recognise it as a vehicle, and thought it a rather oddly shaped series of houses, though once she caught sight of the wheels and the tracks going off into the distance she realised what it must be. The Captain had gone on a long speech once about the wonders in logistics that these things were, even given their limited regions and inability to come off the tracks. Now that she beheld it herself, she knew what he meant. An army could move immense amounts of supplies on one of these things! Her gaze dropped to the group that the others had been looking at as she rejoined them, especially the man in armour and the few who looked like they knew their way around their weaponry. Just like when she had met her current companions, she began shamelessly weighing them up, mouth pulled into a faint frown as she glanced them over one after the other on her approach. This time, however, she kept her gauntlet on the pommel of her blade, as these had not proven themselves quite as trustworthy by slaughtering monsters before she arrived. The noise of panicking civilians in the city was also not precisely doing wonders for her nerves, as this was the first time she had been near this many Slowfolk at the same time.