The diplomatic mission eventually recovered from their shock.
After all, they still had a task to complete.
Guided by the Tiefling Guards, Sachsie and his group boarded the rather novel steam locomotive, arriving at a clearing on the outskirts of Isdalia.
The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder. There were few buildings here, only dozens of humanoid targets riddled with bullet holes.
Sachsie furrowed his brow.
He had expected to see the arrogant Imperial army displaying their armor and weapons, but that was not the case.
"Are you sure this is the place?"
"Absolutely."
"This is indeed your destination."
"Ah, you must be the clients from the Thrace Kingdom."
Sachsie turned his head and saw a Half-Dragon, dressed in an odd combination of black and dark green attire, walking briskly towards them, waving cheerfully—he had several long wooden boxes slung over his back.
"Hello, hello."
