> Let's get our things together and walk out to the ferry station.
>You make your way to the ferry station. It's a leisurely enough walk, the neighborhood is bustling bustling lazily.
>The ferry building itself looks a lot like the service area that you visited in Ohio, Being in the middle of a place with some degree of build-up it looks markedly less depressing, just kind of bland and cheap. Most of the place is given over to waiting areas and vending machines, with paths set up to load the cars onto ferries. You manage to snag a seat near an outlet, giving you time to recharge your phone.
>Minutes pass by as you wait. People of all kinds come and go, locals and tourists who've never experienced a ferry before. It turns out that you're not the only one using this as a meeting place. It's nice to have a good padded seat, though, even if it's just a lousy waiting room seat. "There they are," Archer says, looking ahead. Turning your attention toward that direction, you can see Kimimela, dressed in old blue jeans and faded red t-shirt, her bead choker still visible. As for Lancer, while his hair is still long and unbound with beads woven into it, and he still wears his headband with inverted feathers, he has traded his buckskin pants for a dark blue business suit with bright golden buttons, and a red silken tie with that seems to be a standard collared shirt. He reminds you of some old photos you've seen of native americans in similar garb; frankly he looks almost ready to have a nice leisurely meeting with Saber!
>"How timely!" Lancer says with a smile as he approaches. "I appreciate that you didn't keep us waiting." His master nods. She looks pensive, but not quite so guarded as before.
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