A sudden, dramatic and yet smooth slowing as the mag-lev train slowed automatically for the next stop. Skallagrim peered through the frost-encrusted windows, a soft hiss escaped as he felt the energies of someone waiting on the platform. Allowing his aesr to fluctuate a moment the heat he generated defrosted the windows in the drivers cockpit in short order. 

As the last vestiges of ice slid from the windows, the grinning skull of Skallagrim came into view, as streamers of amethyst energies swirled around his head. Only one person was on the platform, a seated individual with an odd helmet or mask. As the train came into the station, slowing Skallagrim reached out with his energies, a wispy trail of violet light that illuminated the platform, then he stopped as the train skittered by the seated figure.

It was the assassin; Skallagrim had come across him before, a man with a unique talent for the combative arts, a man skilled in multiple ways of dealing death and all of them painful. The very presence of this man was of utmost importance to the Dreamer who walks, for it meant that someone else had found the traits of the man aboard more than a passing fancy. 

As the cockpit element of the lead car passed, the skeletal figure raised a gloved hand in a gesture of acknowledgement. Then he was passed the seated figure as the lead car reached the end of the platform, while lights on the dash lit up, Skallagrim heard the soft hissing as doors opened. 

In one swift move, the Dreamer pulled open the door and stepped into the harsh lights of the passenger cabin. The lush leather seats and detailing of mahogany spoke of opulence, yet a layer of frost covered them. With quick, sure strides the skeletal being crossed the cabin and stood before the connecting door. It was also frosted with ice. Allowing his aesr to flow freely he created a warming zone that filled the first cabin, defrosting the windows and causing the fog to condense and drip as a fine mist everywhere. 

The presence of fog and ice seemed out of place, perhaps it was some part of the man on the train. It seemed counter intuitive since mud would freeze under such cold, and yet it was here. Perhaps the being was not wholly mud, or perhaps he was. Either way, the fog and chill were recorded and would be filed away with the rest of this experience for the Dreamers who slumbered. 

As soon as the frost melted from the window and door that separated cars, Skallagrim opened it deftly and then opened the door to the next cabin. As he did so, the seidhr generated warmth interacted with the chilling fog, diffusing it. 
 
Casting a quick glance out the windows as they cleared, he attempted to locate the masked man he had seen seated on the bench. It seems they were here for the same thing, and yet there was no animosity betwixt them, Skallagrim would allow the man to have the mud-creature if he wished. All the Dreamer wanted to was to frame and record the creature so that the eternal sleepers could study him, experience and understand him and his place in the omniverse.