A Look Into My Future?

I took my seat on the train. It wasn't first class (because I'm frugal!) but it wasn't the cattle car in the back where they store poor people before shipping them off to parts unknown. At first I thought I'd have the section I was in to myself (it was a set of four seats across from each other next to a window), unfortunately before the train left the station a couple gruff suited man with a prisoner between them. No other occupants came in, but I could tell my hope of light conversation mixed with joyous moments of people returning home was shattered.

The prisoner looked like his apprehension had not gone well for himself. His face was bruised up and one eye had swollen shut. He had long ratty hair and a scraggly beard, that either said he had been on the run for a while or he had terrible fashion sense. The clothes he wore could support either theory as they were dirty rags that smelled like urine.  The two men flanking him were definately from Ronerawth the purple suits gave it away.  I wasn't aware they pursued criminals into the lands of the Guard, but it made total sense they would (because Ronerawth doesn't consider the Guard as a new government so much as a loose coalition of idiots, and they are not wrong). I could also see the prisoner had on magic shackles, either because he was magical or the people pursuing him weren't taking chances. As the train got underway I spent the time going over one of my journals (not editing as you can obviously see from my lack of editing, just reading up on things to remind myself of myself, yes I'm that vain).

"You have a smoke?" The prisoner was directing that toward me, the train allowed smoking though I usually chose not to. I mean don't get me wrong I enjoy a good pipe every once in a while, but I certainly don't share my pipe with some dirty prisoner.

"If you mean some kind of rolled cigarette no." The men flanking the prisoner made no attempt to curtail him from talking to me, either out of lazyness or seeking entertainment from the conversation I don't know.

"Any food?"

"They haven't served any yet and I don't keep any on myself." He didn't sound in ill health when he talked but I could see his teeth looked horrible (my teeth of course are sparkling and white, due to a couple secrets I learned a long time ago, mostly of course due to necromancy).

"Well you are just useless then."

"Happy to be of no service to you." He scoffed and sat back in his seat to fidget with his shackles. I'll admit I didn't think much of the prisoner other than a niggling fear in the back of my mind he was what I'd become shortly (because I didn't fully trust Ronerawth's offer), but as it turned out I didn't have to worry about either because the damn train was an hour away from crashing. And that's where the next entry will start...