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You have come upon the rail-nomads' camp. Ornery looking longhorn
cattle wander among dusty tents, from which sullen faces peer. In
the background, a ramshackle collection of railroad cars, attached
with wood, hide, and an odd piece of corrugated aluminum, sits on
a rail siding. Two of the cars, the locomotive at the front and
the caboose at the rear, appear to be in better condition than the
theirs. As you approach, a strained silence falls over the camp
and you grow uncomfortable under the collective gaze of the
assembled nomads. Finally, one of the nomads steps forward.
"Welcome, rangers. I am the Brakeman of this train. I would be
honored if you would visit with me in the caboose before leaving
our camp. In the meantime, please accept our hospitality." The
Brakeman turns and strides back into the camp.