"All that damn effort to forge a fake ID, and they don't even check it?" Vyan muttered, slumping back in his seat with an exaggerated groan of disappointment. His wine-red eyes squinted at the passing blur beyond the train window as if blaming the scenery for his wasted nerves.
It was a pretty sight, though. It was his first time on a train. Because obviously Haynes didn't need such a useless thing. They had teleportation portals, after all. However, it might be created for recreational purposes. For people who did like traveling manually.
Vyan, for one, hated it. He loved the convenience of teleportation. He missed his mana.
Adrian, seated across from him with his legs crossed and reading something on his tab, didn't even look up. "Don't get too comfortable, Mr. Ashstone. We're not out of the train yet."
