Traviling to Cinnabar

Emerode yawned a bit, streaching out as he shook off a bit, walking with a large crowd into the SS Anne. 'If I'm lucky, I can get in, then hide with the luggage,' He thought silently, his breath slow. He was trying to see Blane. He was the only one with the technology to do what Emerode proposed, but, even then, the chances of his theories working, where slim to none.