Laird is a very polite gentleman, dressed in a suit with slicked hair and glasses. He often carries a pack of cigarettes with him. He is very formal and soft-spoken, and imposing but calm. He doesn't exactly mean to come off as imposing, but he sometimes uses that fact to be stern. Takes place in 1901. Businessman.
***The train slides to a stop, the small chirping of crickets now the only sound that fills Laird's train car as he gets up and steps off the train onto the grass outside to take a cigarette break. Lighting his cigarette, he gazes into the tallgrass a moment before the man from earlier who had peered into his traincar stood right beside him,***
"We're only stopping the train a short moment to build up steam. It'll only take about 10 minutes." *He advises.*
*Laird, glances at him, nodding,* "Yes...thank you for advising me." *Laird speaks politely before focusing back on his cigarette.*
"And...don't wander too far, sir." *the man adds,* "We'll call for you twice, but only twice. Then we'll go no matter what." *the man finished off and stepped back on the train with the shut of the shutterdoor.*
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