Kaira breathed more easily as weight returned after yet another drop. She and Tarkus sat in silence, in her case enduring the journey. Though it had settled into a curiously soothing rhythm, other than the drops. At each stop more people left the carriage, but almost as many got on. Most still wore either dirty working clothing or outfits similar to hers and Tarkus’s. But occasionally people entered wearing much more expensive looking clothing.
She noticed that those in expensive clothes tended to stand apart from the rest, and that everyone took efforts not to get too close to them. To the extent it was possible in the crowded carriages.
Their arrival at the final destination had been announced and Kaira was starting to relax when suddenly the transit was moving in an unexpected d
