Out of Character:
Closed to Less Careful, Dissinger, and BlackAndBlueEyes.
The low rumble was hard to get used to. A constant, low buzzing in your ears, reminding you that you're on a lifeless machine. It was high noon that day, the sun pouring through the windows of the caboose. The train had only freight cars in front, so the other option was waiting in the engine room. This idea did not appeal to Mitrofan, who was one of the mercenaries hired to protect the engine. His ears were quite sensitive to the clickety-clack of the wheels below, so he stayed on one of the crew's cots in the back. He wore an arrangement of tight-fitting leather armor, with a large sword leaning against the wall nearby. The back of his wrists were covered in magical Fallieni runes, although he was from Salvar himself, indicated by his tan skin and emerald eyes. His head was shaved, and his ears sported silver earrings.
The other mercenaries were all in the first car, with nothing to sit on but the cold wooden floor. Mitrofan snuck off early on to come here, much to the chagrin of the crew members. The job was simple enough, but he spent the entire eight hours feeling sick. He hoped this would be the last time he would be on a train.
(( potentially incomplete. ))