"Didn't you worry about..." Nora was shocked; she knew that Medea had a fear of men, if she was touched by someone on the street... the entire train might have exploded.
"Hey, not only do I have an outrageously stunning beauty, I'm also a Mind Mage, okay?" Medea rolled her eyes at her. "A group Mind Suggestion sent them all running to the bathroom with diarrhea."
"Alright then." Nora breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but offer a silent prayer for the men queuing up at the restroom door. Don't ever offend a Mind Mage, otherwise, who knows what kind of messy thoughts might be implanted.
Several hours later, the train arrived in Stanimaka, a small town styled like Thrace, primarily featuring Orthodox-style architecture with white walls and red roofs.
