The Dumas train station was just beginning to show signs of activity, the smell of coffee and pastries filling the air, mingling with the burning coals that powered the trains, as the citizens began their daily travels. Seated at one of the many benches inside of this particular train station was the trio of Romeo, Banksy, and Azalea. Cleaned up from the previous nights activates, and sharply dressed, courtesy of Harold Sani's considerable wealth that Azalea still had access to, they sat in silence, waiting for their soon to be departing train.
"Well, this went better than expected, all things considered," Banksy said as he leaned back against the back of the bench and let out a yawn. At his feet were two large cases that contained samples of both the magic poison and booster, along with
