A little talking first.

You look him over head to toe, he is ruggedly handsome and seems to be a human, but then again you probably look human as well and you aren’t exactly sure what you are. His beard and mustache are neatly groomed, as is his short dark hair. But, he is a guy. You don’t even like guys, do you? You ponder as your eyes walk over his muscular body. If you were still on earth you would guess he is maybe 50 years old, 5’11” and 220lbs or so. Finally he gets tired of the silence between the two of you and says, “Miss?”

“Oh sorry, I was just thinking. What did you want again?” You ask him, suddenly a little bit intimidated by him.

“A drink miss, I offered to buy you a drink.”

“Wait. Aren’t drinks free on this train?” You ask.

He gives you a wry grin, “All right I guess you got me there. Truth be told, I think you might just be the prettiest young thing I have ever laid my eyes on. I was kinda hoping that a couple of drinks and some conversation might lead to something more. It is a long lonely train ride across Carceri you know, and I am going all the way to the port in the iron city. How far you going?”

“My ticket is good only to Hades. I’m not sure from there.”

“Well hell, if we can become friends maybe I can loan you the money and you can come with me.” He holds out his hand, “Names Derrick, pleasure to meet you.”

You take his hand, he kisses your knuckle, “Erin. My name is Erin.”

“Cute.” He offers you his arm, “Shall we?”