Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26872802-20150626021425/@comment-26062370-20150626032829

Skarloey, Rheneas, Peter Sam, Sir Handel, and Duke chuffer along in the crisp air, clearing snow from the tracks. They operate on a small railway formulated by the Owls. They arrive to the shed.

"Mm. It is utterly cold."

"Oh.."

"My frames quake."

"Oh, such pansies."

"Says the one who stopped in defiance."

Twain, meanwhile, paces about in the Owls' Headquarters. He hums to himself, biting upon his pipe. Twain enters his study and lights the fire. He prays that the leader does not discover his stealing of the poundcake - but what does he care - He's old, he's rich, and he is most importantly a writer - these eccentricities are to be expected.