His hour had passed with all the quickness of a slug-turtle. It strolled by in fragmented, momentary-parts of a second. In the thirty-minutes that it had took him to gather his belongings from his lodging in Apothicus, he was sure a few of the others had already been waiting by the famous Infinity Bridge. Once he had stepped into the area thirty-minutes later, he had to grip the straps of his luggage furiously just to contain his excitement.

With a nod and smile, Nove made sure to greet all of his companions before finding a quiet spot off to the side to await, Sir Siph and the others. While he did he pondered the great hive-labyrinths connected by the famous structure. For a reason, not actually reasonable, Nove unbuckled his longsword, balanced the sheathed tip on the dusty earth, and rested his hands on it's  curved cross-guards.  

[i]Which one are you in, Skova,[/i] he thought to himself, his gaze piercing through solids. [i]And for that matter where do I even begin? Do I just rift-hop until I get some clue of you.[/i] 

A breath of heavy air left him.  [b]“I’ll find her though, she’s all I have left in this crazy world.” [/b]