Daemon spent the trip filling in the scout on the dangers of the Brimstone Gulf, although he admittedly wasn't paying very much attention to the conversation, no more than he had to. Most of his attention was distracted by the undisclosed details he could tell Haas was withholding. Another chunk was held toward awareness of his surroundings and hazards in it. At some point the scout seemed to have as much information as she wanted, as she turned her attention to something else. Feeling restless, he shifted his weight several times, before approaching Athena.<br/><br/>"So what is it that's special about these, aside from the materials they're made out of?" The white haired caster asked, taking a seat to avoid looming over her, even when he was more comfortable standing. After her answer, he would do his best to make himself sleep the rest of the trip, or at least rest.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>The train swaying as it slowed to come to a stop pulled him out of the light sleep had been in. Standing and resiting the urge to wince at the pins-and-needles sensation from the prolonged period of sitting that shot through his legs, he looked out the window. Sure enough, they were slowing as they approached a section of the forest that saw frequent traffic. He whistled to Kain, the mini-piece swooping to land on his shoulder as the caster waited for the train to stop. Once he was certain the patchwork transport wasn't going to keep rolling, he opened the door, jumping acrss to the storage car next door.<br/><br/>A few minutes later he had Kain back in his combat frame, in time for several low ranked soldiers to come in and start moving things off the train. One of them open his mouth to say something that, given the look going with the mouth opening, was likely to be derogatory. Daemon gave the soldier a flat look, Kain shifting behind him. The man shut his mouth with an audible clack, and the caster and Warpiece made their way past him into the stop to look for Haas and the rest of the group. Noting the station's surrounds and the people in it. There was obvious evidence of human precense in the ground and cut trees, but certain scents made it clear that that precense was military as opposed to civilian. The people themselves... His eyebrows knitted at he located Haas and drifted towards the man.<br/><br/>While the Gulf wasn't exactly safe, the station sentries seemed edgy in a way that was different from the awareness they should have for the usual hazard. Some of the other signs... He frowned absently. They'd had to replace sentries recently- with there being no digns of combat, that implied desertion or... The guide gave Haas a look, hoping the man would give full details soon. If not, he'd have to keep his eyes open for more evidence of what was awry.