Haizea had only recently gotten wind of the monster in Far Haven, and now finds herself at the Bamborough train station, arms crossed as she stares at the derailed train. Well, wasn't this just perfect?

"Damnit," she mumbles under her breath, and looks at her phone. Not her knight phone, but her personal phone. She knows she's not particularly tech savvy, and had sent a message back home asking her crew to keep her updated on the social media goings on from this morning going forward. Almost immediately after asking that, she'd gotten a message about the monster and had booked it to the train station.

"Looks like I'll have to get creative," she says to herself and looks around to see if any of her fellow knights are in the same position as she is. Either way, she intends to get her hands on a car somehow and get her ass to Far Haven ASAP.