I rested with a rather large tome on my face. The gentle rocking of the train helped me drift to sleep. But before I can push myself over the threshold, a hard knocked pulled me away.

I pulled the tome off my face and adjusted myself in my chair. The knock came again. “Enter.” I mumbled as I pretended to read. Abigail and Shea both entered with bows.

“Forgive my intrusion, sire. But dinner is ready,” the prim and proper Abigail state matter of factly.

“Yeah. So get your goat legged ass up. We are having Saponin,” Shea said as he rose from his bow.

“Saponin? We are passing through the realm of Beduo? I may have to stop,” I stated standing up and motioned for my two enforcers to lead the way.

Saponin was a Beduo delicacy. It was an odd fusion of Talro and Alro. Sadly, the chef only makes it when we pass through Beduo or close enough to it.

Once we in the dining car, the chefs brought out plates. Shea sharpened the carving knife as Abigail prepared herself. Several of the golems carried out one the large Adapii Hounds I have seen.

“Boss, what piece would you like?” Shea said asked as he sliced off several of eye stalks.

I put my napkin in my lap. “The golly and fore throat.” I need not look up to see Shea rolling his eyes.

“You know I hate cutting that it part out. I always get sprayed by the throat bladder.”

“Well if you had a steady hand,” Abigail started but a glance from me silenced her.