A Train moves swiftly through the city visible temporary in the open before plunging through the tunnels of darkness. On this train Valcazar sits calmly in a chair resting from along Run 10 miles away from his place. He sleeps soundly, this his right leg crossed and arms folded eyes closed, and breathese in through his nose. His ears are alert, and his mind half-asleep and half awake. his nose sniffs the cart where he rests. the scene of humans are among him mostly. the scent of leather seats and normal people wearing perfume to cologne, and different types of clothes filled the room felt normal.

But soon another scent came into the cart as a respectful but old man walked into the room. his scent was strong, but it was barely human. it smelled more like....dog. "What is he? I thought this was a town where mostly humans dwelled..." -wondered Valcazar-