Adachi would find his question about how strong partially answered — while Alvin's grip was firm and friendly, the muscles in his fingers and hand were substantial, and he had scars and heavy calluses that (if Adachi knew a thing or two about swordfighting) were the hallmarks of a swordsman.
"Oh? On vacation?" Tuned as Alvin was to the nuances of peoples' speech, that like stood out for him. "Or did you just manage to get lost?"
He flashed the other a grin. Apparently he was one for teasing, even of strangers he'd met only a minute ago. "Marksburg. Guess your adventure's taking you there, at least." Sure enough, if Adachi looked at the timetable, it was the next — and last — stop on the list. The accompanying map showed it as a border crossing with a long bridge that spanned a wide bay, connecting two continents. "I've got a couple things that need to be loaded onto boats, and then a deal to work in Xian Du."
Xian Du, on the other hand, was not on the map at all. The rail apparently terminated in Marksburg, though there was a sign about connecting ferry services to a number of other ports, and a small advertisement listing private wyverns for hire.