runaway train

[Laurel Booth]

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Words certainly had a way of getting around and it came as little surprise to him. Travellers moved on, talked about their history and on occasion other explored that history for themselves. If things were still left intact, it was always nice to be able to experience what someone else had through their own eyes. “It's only unusual to those who aren't travellers, but you're in the right place.” He caught that interest in the other man's eyes and couldn't help but reflect it in his own. Not every day that someone came looking for them specifically, at least. “I'm Laurel and I guess you could say I'm one of the people who live there. Whereabouts did you hear of us?” With the few who had moved on from the small camp of banded gypsies and natives alike, there were no doubt a few ways word could have gotten out there. By now Laurel reckoned that most of the packs were familiar with their existence, even if they hadn't nosed around just yet.

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