No direction is too near or far for a wandering mind and idle feet, so eventually, he figures the kitchen or dining car might be best for now. Then again, who knows what he’s really thinking, behind the facade of calm he sports; a glint in his eye that sparkles for only a brief moment in the seconds that tick as Tidus mentions void law.

That it actually exists is enough to get somebody like Roland ready to get to work even without the volumes of texts in his hands yet.

“That definitely does help, thanks.” Roland answers, an edge of interest and amusement evident in his demeanor. “And I’m assuming they told you what that law was, or should we detour to the library right this second to find out if the train can throw us a bone about it?”

There’s a slight chance no keyword will actually give them anything at the store, but it’s an idea as good as any at this point. His hand makes for a gesture to add, quickly like an afterthought; “Fountain pens use more ink in the compartment so every stroke releases thicker lines. They’re great for writing and signing things. I’ll get you one, I’m sure it’ll come in handy one day.”