Nautilus slowly opened his eyes and he was a little bit surprised to see that he was now in the middle of a flat surface in the middle of a cold winter. He remembered that the last time around, he was at an opening in a forest, facing a wolf that claimed to be in control of the Guild. Could that thing have tried to show his powers to us? If that is correct, then we can conclude two things he thought. He called himself 'we' instead of 'I' this time, because he believed that other roleplayers who were with him should arrive at the same conclusion. First, that this is likely to be still inside the Guild, because that thing wants us to submit to him, and it cannot be done outside the Guild. And second, if the first is correct, is that we might still find that thing walking around here, he concluded.
However, with him not wearing a full winter kit, the cold settled in. With him being a man who had always lived in a tropical country and the only trip abroad being to Europe at summer, his first experience with temperature below zero degrees Celcius was not pleasant at all. He knew he had to find a way out or a shelter quickly, or else the cold would kill him. As he recalled his memory, he remembered one important aspect of how the Guild works: walk straight in any direction and soon you would find yourself in another setting. So he closed his eyes and spun himself, trying to pick a random direction, then opened his eyes and walked in the direction he was looking at when he opened his eyes. "Let's see whether I was inside the Guild or not. If I suddenly find an area where the winter stops, then this is the Guild," he said to himself, who had been struggling even harder every minute against the winter.
Just about a mile later, he could confirm that he was inside the Guild. The winter abruptly ended after a noticeable line. Beyond that line, he saw a lake at some distance away, with grass fields nearby. He took a few initial steps toward the lake and looked back at the winter setting. Not even the slightest cold of that winter propagated to the spot where he stood; if he had two thermometers and placed one in that winter setting and one in the new setting, he was sure that the two thermometers would show completely different temperatures. This further confirmed that he was inside the Guild. Once he completed his curiousity over where he currently was, he walked towards the lake. He saw a young man, probably have not even reached puberty, wearing a light blue shirt. He approached the man, the only other person he could find right now.
"Excuse me, but what time is it?" he asked the man. As a Muslim, he has to do prayers five times a day, but he still had some problems understanding the way time flows inside the Guild, which was required to know the prayer times. As for the direction he had to face when doing prayers here, since he was not on Earth, the place he was standing on constantly moves relative to the Earth. Therefore, any direction would suffice, since it could be assumed that he was constantly on the move relative to Mecca, which means he was traveling. Or so he was told by a few of his friends a couple of years ago when he asked about how to do prayers in outer space, out of sheer curiousity. He didn't even think at that time that he would come here and had to practice that scenario that shouldn't have arisen had he unplugged the computer in his house instead of clicking the link.