"They ask us who we are. How should I respond, if at all?" Hugeo asks the others - especially Isoldus though. "If we announce our true identities, word might reach the Baron. On the other hand, lying to those people can be risky if we don't plan to raid the place anyway."

"well that doesn't sound ominous" notes Dusty sarcastically to himself as he brings the engines to idle, awaiting further orders He speaks up, "be ready for a possible trap either way, the longer we wait the more vulnerable we are!, If this is Anth'Aur then I say we state our business but leave out who we are, maybe mention that we are just passing through to Caiman, thoughts anybody?"

(This isn't Caiman, it's Anth'Aur, I probably should have made that more clear. Irene's plan was to travel first to Anth'Aur, resupply and rest as needed, then move on to Caiman)

Kronk cocks his ear to the sentry’s call, « Jest telling them we come t’ spent a bit o’ coin t’ rest and refresh, that we’ll be moving on after that. »

The grisly display of a keelbone jutting from the sands sent no shivers down Isoldus's spine. The dragonborn stood, tall and proud, eyes narrowed over the rapidly approaching city before them. 

"If the Baron warranted us a significant enough threat to be watched, he would be aware of our presences regardless of our location or who we parade ourselves as. Answer them honestly; we are visitors on our way to Caiman. We offer no ill intent," Isoldus commanded to whoever was responsible for communication between ships. 

(Since he got the message, I'll assume that's the pilot's job.)

"Right, I will." Hugeo reaponds. Then, through the communication system, he sends: VISITORS  STOPPING  FOR  RESUPPLY -(STOP)-

(oops, I mixed up Dusty and Hugeo in my mind, Dusty would have received the message as he's the engineer. I'll just say Dusty sent that message anyways to not slow things down)

A few moments pass, then the comms print out another message.

CLEAR TO DOCK -(STOP)-

If that's the case then Dusty relays the messages up to the captain and pilots shared spaces. He then moves the engines from idling to slowly pushing forward, giving enough power to Hugeo to dock effectively and not waste fuels.

Cormac will go about making sure that nothing was damaged during the small battle with the mole-bats before going over to his defender and using a quick cantrip to heal up the bit of damage done to it.

The gates to the railport swing open, and Hugeo carefully maneuvers the train within. It slides from the hovering rails beneath it to the solid, permanent ones of the railport, and comes to a full stop. As you all step out of the train, a pair of rifle-bearing guards approach, weapons not pointed at you, but ready in case you try anything. One is a half-orc, the other fully orcish. 

"Hullo," says the half-orc, raising a half-hearted hand. "If you'd please stay here for a moment, we'd like to search your train."

In the aftermath of the battle, Kronk will carefully examine the corpses of the mole bats to analyze potential attack points that would inflict maximum damage when struck, chopped or stabbed; all with an eye toward quickly and efficiently killing them. 
« Certain I am we will fight these things again, » he tells the party.

"I'll stay, but I'd be interested to know what it is you're actually looking for?" Dusty pipes up from somewhere behind the group.

"Oh, you know. Typical stuff you wouldn't want in your town. Stowaway sand-monsters and the Baron's cronies, mostly. We found one trying to sneak in a few weeks ago, a dhampir fellow. Had to throw him to the Sands. You know how it is."

Dusty notices that this guard seems unusually chipper about what he's talking about, and discovers that both guards have smiles fixed on their faces, though they seem forced.

"we do know how that is, wow! turns out I like this place now.. surprising.." Dusty saunters off toward the exit of the station, and then double takes as if forgetting something and addresses the group "what were we here for again? refuel and resupply? can we not have a liiiiiittle look around?" 

Isoldus respected the authority shown by the guards and indicated it would be beneficial to comply with their search. The Paladin's sword was sheathed, and the self-proclaimed captain stepped out to greet the guards with the dragonborn's traditional bow. An outdated practice, but one Isoldus would loathe to give up on. 

The nature of the guard's smiles piqued Isoldus's interest. The dragonborn's usual frown remained plastered on his curled features, though the dragonborn spoke; "There is no reason for you to place false smiles on your faces." 

"We intend to refuel and resupply, yes," Isoldus directed towards the exiting Dusty, "Not interfere in matters we have no business in. We have a task we must complete. And, Dusty - if I may be frank, my trust in bards does not extend enough to trust in their ability to spend a night in a town without drawing an undue amount of attention. I suppose we can enter the city, though for many reasons, it is wise to remain close to each other."

Smiling from ear to ear Dusty gives a deep and exaggeratedly over the top bow toward Isoldus, "of course, All this 'untrustworthy bard' requests is a tavern with a stage to earn some honest coin, and maybe a hand or two of cards, gods knows it's been a while..."

As he rises from his performative gesture he looks around to see if any of the group seem interested in the proposed activities.

Winchester visibly perks up after overhearing Dusty's proposition, flashing his wide, toothy signature grin, although it's hard to tell whether that reaction is sparked by mentioning the cards, the indicated performance, the mere mention of a tavern, or perhaps all of it taken together. "I sure wouldn't mind some lookin' around, perhaps ending the day somewhere more cozy and less rusty...it's been a lot of those naked naggers lately." he says, cocking his head back to the train behind him. Then a clearly overplayed, sorrowful look crosses his face. "Gotta run those resupplies first though, I'm findin' meself in a lurid lack of bullets, quite the unacceptable situation to be runnin' round with this few rounds loaded up to be honest. I don't suppose our Mister and Missus Boss Employers would care to reward the good work gettin' here by loosening some coin...? Winchester muses with a hopeful look that may or may not be less play-acted.

Persuasion in case you'd like a roll: 4

Cormac shrugs at the idea of going out, motioning the others off as he goes back to the train to look it over once more. As he does so his defender will stick close to him and those they are guarding.

"You'll get your coin when you get your coin. Besides, we're already paying for fuel and munitions for the train. Can't trust these old shells. If you want bullets, buy 'em with what you've got, or try and find yourself a job."

(Bump)