Max approached the airship with some trepidation; it was larger than any he'd been on before, and the flurry of activity around it was slightly disconcerting to him. He shook his head, attempting to cast his worries aside; he wouldn't get far if he couldn't get out of his own way.<br/><br/>The rope bridge wobbled alarmingly as he stepped off onto the small floating landmass, which mercifully was quite sturdy. He took a moment to breath a sigh of relief, instinctively feeling for the pistol he kept at his side. There was something reassuring about the cold metal, though he knew he was a long way from actually using it and his training with it was hardly master-level.<br/><br/>The rest of his gear he kept in the pack on his back, its weight pushing the top of his spine irresistibly forward, making the task of remaining upright more difficult than it would've been under normal conditions. He winced, stretching as he approached the airship, shouldering past a trio of men who walked by without sparing him a glance.<br/><br/>By the time he'd reached the ship's main deck he was starting to wonder if he was even in the right place; he knew what Judas looked like, but he was certain he didn't see the renowned Caster anywhere. Deciding it was time to start asking questions, he glimpsed a woman moving past him with relatively short blonde hair that she had tied up in a ponytail. She didn't seem particularly friendly, but Max knew that looks could sometimes be deceiving. Perhaps she'd end up having a pleasant attitude.<br/><br/>"Uh, hey, I'm looking for Judas?"