[I’m not sure what the cart is going to look like]
After listening to Blake and taking in his advise Nieko wondered over to an open window and enjoyed the fresh air and sunlight. He laid his head back against the wall, folded his arms and listened to everything around him. Of course he had much better hearing than any one on the cart. After taking a short nap he opened his eyes again and gazed out the window. An odd looking figure darted out from behind a tree and quickly retreated into the shrubbery when it saw Nieko looking at it. Nieko gasped and then spluttered as he almost choked on his own saliva. He couldn’t quite make out what it was but his instincts told him to be cautious. He put his hand into his right pocket and made sure that his daggers where in there. After a long time trying to find the figure again he laid his head against the wall and fell asleep.
[hmmm what is the figure going to be? da da da lol]
Yohann was reading his book, thinking about how he could gather clues to find his brother. He was really glad Blake join them, he thought traveling with more people was a lot safer, particularly in Scarcus. The boy read indeed more about this dangerous town since he had decided this destination. Nieko was sleeping by his side, he seemed so peacefully asleep that Yohann wished he could sleep as well.
Though the red-haired boy felt a lurking presence near the cart, the boy didn't think it was worth to worry about.
As the sky began to turn dark, Blake was fast asleep. One of the other groups of adventures had wandered out onto the deck for some reason. The remaining group were talking amongst themselves around a dim lantern.
The cart stopped. There came the sound of chains and people yelling from outside, but there was no immediate emergency in their voice. The adventurers around the table looked up and towards the door. The sky was black. A few moments later, the cart began to move again. The young people went back to talking.
"Where're you kids headed?" There was suddenly a youth in armour standing before Yohann, as he was the only one awake. "Scarcus? That's almost funny." He smirked and looked at Blake and Nieko. "Can you children even fight?"
[I'll reintroduce the figure later on. I think we can drag this part out a bit more to add some depth ]
"I'm not good in useless fighting" Yohann replied quickly. "but I can fight to protect myself or those I care for".
Yohann looked at his interlocutor and held tighter his staff. The boy thought it may be something suspicious about him. It was an unusual feeling for the boy who could trust easily anyone, even at the first sight.
"We are heading to Scarcus, maybe you can give us some hints about it?" The red-haired boy asked without conviction. "or maybe we can help you in something?"
"Mhmm. Okay." The young man didn't seem convinced, but he did stop to think about Yohann's questions. "Here's some advice: turn around and don't come back. That's the best way to do it, yeah. You can't help us, though. You have nothing we want." He scowled, but nodded slightly, as though trying to indicate he wasn't trying to rob them or anything. "Just bored, ya know? These trains are so slow that it hurts."
He paused and peered out of the window and then looked at Blake, who was curled up on a thick hessian bag on the floor with both hands under his head. "Why is that boy pretending to be asleep?"
"I'm not," replied Blake, opening his eyes. "I was just lying down."
"Uh huh. Well you c--" he was thrown to the floor as the whole cart came to a violent stop. Again, people outside were shouting, but this time there was another noise. Something howled, much unlike a wolf. The other adventurers got to their feet and drew their weapons. From outside, people could be heard fighting. Something dark and large flicked past the window.
"They're Folang," Blake said quietly. "They kill people."
Outside, the train was in a thick forest, and the lanterns on the corners of the train shed some light on their adversaries. They looked like werewolves, only burlier, smaller, and faster. They also wielded old weapons. The group of adventurers there left the room to help the soldiers and other people outside, and the three boys were left alone in the train's enclosure.
A large folang jumped in from outside and looked at them. It growled and held out an axe, ready to strike at whoever would move first. Blake remained where he was.