"There's no time train, I'm heading to Iceberg" Brone Heavyaxe was going back and forth with Huginn in regard to traveling, given now that he and his clan have been reconnecting with the main clan branch in Iceberg, he and Lumikki have been visiting Iceberg more often and even began making moves to assist other dwarves to making permanent moving arrangements in returning to the home of their ancestors.

"Not sparring train! A locomotive train!" Huginn cawed loudly, already irritated by the dwarf's idiocy. The dwarf was reasonably confused, never traveling by such means. The ravens had guided Brone to the train station in order to cut travel time greatly. Though flying would be just as convenient, the dwarf was still fearful of flight and preferred ground travel, so the ravens gave their suggestion.

When they had arrived at the station, Brone looked about, admiring the architecture and seeming a bit lost. People would look in his direction both because he looked so out of place never visiting a train station before and because of his ash gray skin.

"You don't have to wear your armor, travel by train is relatively safe" Muninn landed upon Brone's shoulder, his voice more calmer than his brother.

"Ye never know" Brone patted the raven's head as he walked up to the ticket booth. The clerk observed the dwarf and took notice of the breastplate armor that looked like it was made of ice... which it was. The raven whispered in the dwarf's ear, guiding him on how to purchasing a ticket.

Once he got his ticket to Iceberg, he finally made it to the platform where others waited. "So it's like a minecart?" he asked as he stepped to the edge of the platform and spotted the tracks. Huginn sighed, but Muninn laughed.

Brone was inspecting the rails, nodding in approval in their craftsmanship, but noticing how thick and wide they were, he understood better that it wasn't exactly a minecart that was being used, but something much larger. He took a look around, counting the amount of people on the platform and understood this 'train' is large enough to carry more than a handful of people at a time. Huginn noticed the dwarf's pondering, assuming his thoughts, he whispered into his ear, letting him know that the train was a produce of steam powered innovation, though some transports are magic based as well. This wasn't as advanced as the technology on the Island of the Future, but still affective.

The dwarf ran his hand down his beard, stroking it as he thought about how he could learn more of this "steam power", he assumed Gnicholas may be able to provide him with the necessary books in such a category. It was then that a blue-skinned elf had approached him and asked him a peculiar question. Brone observed the young looking woman; he was stunned at first, never seeing someone with such a complexion, though he wasn't one to judge, given that the vast majority of dwarves don't have his ashen gray skin tone. As per usual whenever Brone meets someone knew, Muninn would whisper into his ear, letting him know she is a dark elf. the dwarf had never seen a dark elf before, let alone met one, but from the stories his parents and the elders of his clan, he had heard they were dangerous and were involved with many battles with different dwarven clans; there was even assumptions that the dark elves were one of the foes that the dhain dwarves had fought against deep beneath the surface oft he world. At first Brone was hesitant, but Muninn had added she is respected academic scholar and somewhat of a archeologist. This loosened his tension now that his ravens had confirmed she wasn't an immediate threat.

"No, I'm not looking for a scholar, ye probably got the wrong person" Brone politely replied, assuming this was a mistake in identity, but Muninn whispered into his ear again, letting him know she's asking him if he could escort her to her destination, "Oh! Um, sure, I'd be happy te escort ye, miss!" he got a bit flustered from embarrassment; he extended his hand in greeting, "Pleasure te meet ye, I'm Brone Heavyaxe".

Brone had taken the young lady's hand into his, albeit as gently as he could, hoping he remembered the proper formal procedure for greetings, especially to a lady who seems to already demonstrate a high caliber of etiquette. He was indeed a man who enjoyed adventure, but he wasn't sure what Miss Blackwood meant by a 'pretty face', "Aye, I fancy an adventure, and yer pretty face would be more than enough" he took a shot at a compliment, though he was very rusty in his own etiquette in conversation, he was sure he read "Etiquette in Courting" enough during his time in Blue Pegasus to know how to hold his own when speaking to a lady.

Hearing she was heading to Iceberg as well was a great coincidence, which meant he wouldn't be delayed too much in his own travels, "Aye, Iceberg is where me blood hails from, many of me kin are there as well, and I'd be happy te offer ye me assistance... m'lady" he gave a slight bow. Showing proper respect was always part of his clan's approach, it was simply different on how to provide said respect.

The dwarf then noticed Zelda had pulled out some kind of device, probably imported from the Island of the Future. He wasn't sure what it was for, probably a teleporting device so they could both make their way to Iceberg... but then he discarded that thought when he remembered that she too is on the platform waiting for this train thing. So he patiently waited with her.

Brone raised an eyebrow, wondering and hoping Zelda was referring to drinks when mentioning 'a case'; if that was what was implied, then he would be glad to relax his shoulders and care not for the 'extending the pinky' gesture when sharing a glass; no... not a glass, he was no longer apart of that guild, his etiquette involved a strong hand grasping a heavy tankard of his favorite whisky. And to Brone's delight, Muninn whispered into his ear she does drink and is no stranger to battle. He then let out a sigh of relief.

She returned from... whatever she was doing with her magical device, but from her expression, it was a good turn out. She then took notice of something, mentioning it was time. Brone looked behind him and spotted something bellowing smoke in the distance; it must be the 'train', and from what the dwarf could tell, it was either steam or coal powered; he was surely interested. Turning back to see Zelda was retrieving her items, he went to assist her. "I'll help, don't fret" he said as he grab any of the luggage that looked too heavy. A part of him missed his extra two arms, but was satisfied with his decision to break away from the pact with the war god, content with his own power.

He would then turn to face the edge of the platform, excited to see what this transportation device was, "So if ye don't mind me asking, what quest ye be on, Miss Blackwood?" his curiosity also extended to whom his temporary employer was, wanting to know a bit of who she was since he will be traveling all the way to Iceberg with her.

A low rumbling ran through the platform as the train neared; the dwarf's eyes locked with the incoming heap of metal as he was staring with awe. Zelda pulled him away for second when she mentioned the undead, "Volunruud? No, haven't heard of it, but me parents and me uncle did talk about the draugr, the undead, though I never encountered such a creature, so no idea if they exist" Brone shrugged; he remembered his the story of the draugr who were either unrested souls that refused to die, or magically corrupted, but the stories were never told in heroic stories, at least not to him, they were mainly horror stories to entertain or warn the young to keep away from the frigid north of Iceberg or any forbidden places.

A horn was blown, alerting everyone that the train was arriving. Brone watched in awe as the large metallic vehicle pulled into the station with the sound of loud clanging, the metallic wheels rolling onto the rails, then followed by a loud screech as it pulled to a stop. "Dhurain's beard! This is a hel of a work" the dwarf couldn't resist a wide grin as he looked up and down the engine.

"All aboard!" The conductor called as the doors to the carts opened. Brone snapped back to the present moment and hurried with the luggage to the nearest cart door. He shifted all the luggage to one arm, though he was strong, it was proving a bit difficult, all while he was searching for his ticket, "We'll check the tickets once inside" the conduct who stood by the door laughed. Brone returned the laugh before walking in.

The cart was welcoming and cozy, not like the dwarf had imagined, "Te have such a warm home inside a giant minecart is a dream!" Brone was excited to see the interior was lit of a warm orange glow from the lacrima lights; a long hall ran up and down the cart, with doors lined the western side. He would open up one of the doors to find a compartment-like room with comfy padded seats and a wooden table in the center.

Brone's first view:

"Wonderous!" he said as he entered. He was about to drop the luggage onto the floor, but remembered they were not his, so he looked about to see there was an area about the seats where personal belongings seem to be placed, so he stepped upon the table to carefully slide the luggage in the elevated area. Then when that was done, he dropped down onto the padded seats and nearly bounced off. He laughed in excitement.

Brone found it curious that the young lady had more than a simple interest in seeing the undead, she seemed giddy, but this did bring excitement to the dwarf; if it turns out the draugr exist, he'll have a chance to see them, a story to bring back home and even send word to his kin. Zelda was definitely not a typical elf, giving a sense of relief to the dwarf to the point he felt he could relax his shoulders and be open.

"Ah, no, never been on one of these contraptions" he answered as he opened up the blinds to see out the window, "But I fancy it" he felt young again, when he was just a kid, excited for new experiences and trinkets, "Dragonback!?" he quickly turned to face Zelda in surprise. Though Brone had fought against dragons and even mounted one during combat, such experiences were rare to him, but here was this young lady who claims to ride upon dragons for mere travel, "How can that be? Why ye be looking for draugr?... who are ye, lass?" the dwarf was so confused, this elf isn't a regular Fiorean civilian, there was more to her and normally his ravens would reveal the full truth to him, but sometimes they would intentionally keep things to themselves. Speaking of them, Brone had looked about, but the ravens were nowhere to be seen within the compartment; he was so excited about the train, he didn't notice when they had flown off his shoulders upon entering the cart, where they would fly down the hall, feeding their own curiosity.[/color][/color]

It was impressive to be able to raise a dragon from an egg. Brone was already interested in this elven women to the point he didn't realize he was on the edge of his seat listening to her with awe; he had completely forgotten about the fact she is a dark elf by blood. "Well then! Te the dangerous ruins we go then!" his excitement rising within him. To his people, especially his father, history was important, which is why it is normal for dwarven architecture to have historical art depicting lore; remembering the past is tradition and to be proud of, it was simply Brone being an outlier that he wanted to learn about other history outside the dwarven clans, for he favored adventure and stories.

"Meh, elves don't bother me" Gear shift as Ms. Zelda wanted to inquire about the dwarf himself; though his clan didn't associate with elves because of the differences, he himself didn't hold the same hesitation, learning to appreciate elven culture... though to a degree, "Me best friend is half elf; and I haven't had the need te kill him yet" laughed at his own joke, "But me reason for joining ye ain't more than just that we're going the same way" there he was being humble. It wasn't just his job as a mercenary, but his mother had taught him the virtues of a hero, to help those in need, whether defending a town from a dragon, or helping the elderly with their errands. "Ye peaked me interest when ye said ye hunting draugr, so now it's more than just us going the same way" there was more to this young woman, and the dwarf wanted to know.

The whistle blew and soon enough the cart jerked forward. The train was moving which drew Brone's attention to the window as he watched the scenery pass the window.