Last Train Home - Sienna Eggler

Black and white photo of a person holding a hand to their face, which is obscurred by heavy smoke.

Last Train Home

CH 126 — The Unseen Guest

A horse with brown fur and a golden mane. It has a white mark on its nose, and is wearing a black coat to stay warm while out in the snow.

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CH 125 — A Horse With No Name

A hedgehog being fed from a dropper tool. The photo is in black and white.

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CH 124 — You Do What You Can

For one so small and frail, the hoglet proved to be the most difficult patient. It thrashed and wailed, raking Meike’s arms with its sharp claws. They hissed through clenched teeth. It was like being attacked by a kitten, still adjusting to the limits and lethality of its body.

A mix of herbs and flowers, some in a clear mug, the diced and ground remnants left on the table.

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CH 123 — Handle With Care

Fortunately for Meike, the door to the infirmary was large enough for them to almost comfortably walk through; they just had to lower their head. This was the only time in their life that they felt even remotely “tall”. Erzin was maybe 4’9 at best. He paused in the

A hedgehog with white fur and orange ears and snout peers out of a flower pot.

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CH 122 — Ruweisvale

A human child would feel more at home here.

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CH 121 — A Village Hidden Behind Thorns

Meike catches up with their friends and plan for less taxing quests.

A snow covered house perched on a mountain. Large clouds swarm above it, and more mountains are to the side of it.

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CH 120 — Watching The Gate

Meike and their familiars hold down the fort.

A winding road cuts through a mountainous region, with frost covered tips in the distance.

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CH 119 — Long Days Ahead

The gang ultimately decided to extend their stay in Saincaster, taking in the festivities, good food, and comfort of the hot spring. Meike had a good time showing off their new tea collection, and even secured a small kettle from the kitchens to sample a few brews. “Keep it,” Chezor

A wooden fence surrounding mossy land, stretching into a dense fog.

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CH 118 — Taking A Stand

Laken's perspective.

An assortment of thread spools, ranging from colorful to a muted beige. It's an overwhelming amount.

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CH 117 — Cabin Fever

Catching up with Anniken.

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CH 116 — Tea For You And Me

“So. Was there a ghost?” Meike was exhausted when they returned to the inn, so much so that they immediately dived into bed and slept a solid ten hours. Naturally, they were starving when they crawled out, just in time for dinner. The group gathered at a table in a

A beam of light cuts through a very dusty attic. There's also a ladder leading to the roof above.

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CH 115 — Skrenkak

They relayed the plan to their clients, who were reasonably upset. Julie wanted to storm into the attic and tear it apart, citing stolen property and potential valuables she overlooked. Meike was relieved when Gloria talked her down, though not without terse words and vulgarities. Once Julie was calmed down