Out at the eastern edge of Breland, the rail hasn't picked up the most of its passengers, those that commune between Wroat and Sharn.  For the time being, Ashton had his pick of coach booths to himself.  With the rail smoothly underway, one of the stewardesses (http://g.e-hentai.org/s/ccb7b29b5f/158529-1), a tall blonde in Orien uniform, stops by the little room, her little cart parked at the door.<br/><br/>"We're leaving Starilaskur now, straight for Wroat.  Would you like to purchase any drinks or refreshments?  The cafe will also be open until sundown," she said, nodding toward the front of the train.  Even with the gentle sway of the car on the magic rail, her practiced hips automatically gyrated in compensation, keeping her steady.