The farmer and the rancher had made it onto the ferry without a problem, but they weren't the only ones to catch Sara's attention. Another young man boarded carrying what Sara recognised as a gunblade on his back. A dangerous weapon by all accounts, especially in the hands of someone trained in their use.

Why was someone carrying a gunblade on Miris? Occasionally there were organised crime gangs that met up for deals in secluded places, and it made sense to pick a quiet place such as Miris, but this one was standing out with a large armament. If they wanted to be discrete, they tended towards concealed weapons. This was most interesting. Opting to assume a position leaning against a wall where she could see the young man, Sara decided to keep an eye on him. If he was planning anything untoward, a guard presence might at least deter it, if not prevent it.

So far, the ferry chugged along without any more problems. It was making better time than before, obviously the fault with the boiler was a significant one before it was fixed. These ferrymen just don't get the funding they need these days. Looking away from the gunbladesman for a moment, Sara looked ahead of of the ferry to Xenon as it came closer. It was always an imposing sight from this position, even after taking the ferry many times. Sometimes Sara wondered how anyone could fathom its scale. [i]Or its underbelly,[/i] she thought, [i]So many misfortunes underneath such a pristine shell.[/i]