The misbehaving Digimon look the Ancient up and down, gauging their options. ... They don't like how their options are shaking out. One of them opens his mouth to protest, but then Guilmon speaks up and... well. They're the same level, but one of the parties here looks like it's ready to kill.

"I think it'd be best if you go." Nara'a's tone is firm and commanding, his back straight as he folds his arms. "Or you might not like what happens next." He's got sleeping spells, but the Digimon don't have to know that. "You're going to behave, right? ... Right?"

The green Digimon nod, and one of them opens the door to the next carriage. With one last look at Erichthonios they scramble through the door and shut it behind them. Nara'a's shoulders drop once they leave. "At least they didn't push the issue..."