Olivia crossed the bridge in the Air Harbor, the ropes creaking as the morning wind blew up the fumes from the forges far below. The Harbor itself consisted of a brick and steel tower which extended far upwards before extending rope and chain bridges over to smaller land masses which acted as a point for the airships to dock. From what she could see, three other ships were loading up to leave to examine a large landmass mapped out by one of their ships the day before. The Mining Division would be joining them later once they had landed and set up a base camp for the ships to land and take back the ores.<br/><br/>The sky was still dark, the sun still hidden beneath the black smog on the horizon. She turned to the lower deck, where she stowed her pack of armor and snatched a roll of fragrant buttered bread from the top of her knapsack and went to the lowest deck, where the Warpieces were held. All was silent save for several mechanics securing the last of their possessions or running checks on the rows and rows of Warpieces. The robots stood shoulder to shoulder, inactive, but ready to activate the moment a friendly Warcaster makes contact with its Shell. Some of the mechanics paused as she tugged at the chains, checking that the pulleys used to lift the Warpieces were secure for the flight. They were. Without any reaction, she returned back to the main deck while munching on the piece of bread.<br/><br/>Accustomed to the sight of the city from the Harbor, she decided it would be best to report to her mentor, Judas Haas.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>"Olivia Cross reporting for duty," Judas turned from his conversation with the captain, "Sir."<br/><br/>"I'm sure the wind would not prove too much if we handle it properly. We'll continue this conversation later." He nodded and climbed down the flight of steps. He was already outfitted in his armor, while his student had yet to do so. He rested his hand on the mace, "Good. You're here. We'll be having another student joining us today. He's one of the natural Casters."<br/><br/>He would have smiled in amusement as his student's brow furrowed, "Aren't they unaccustomed to using weapons? I hear most of them have trouble coping with the environment."<br/><br/>"Nonetheless. I expect you to watch over him." He raised a hand, silencing her protests, "It's part of your training." No, it wasn't. "Don't ask. One day you too will have to become a mentor like me. So this would be a good experience for you. I'll be watching over the two of you of course, in the likely event that everything goes south." He chuckled.