Max stepped off of the airship, ducking so his head didn't hit the top of the opening as he touched down on solid ground; he straightened up with a groan, staring up at the sun, or at least, staring up at where he thought it was, as it was currently hidden behind a thick blanket of smog.<br/><br/>It only took a moment for him to get his bearings; he could see the tall steel tower that served as the Harbor's central hub, rising up as if to scratch the sky. He started moving towards it, slowing his pace slightly upon reaching the bridge he would need to cross. It was steady for the most part, except for when the wind would pick up in force. Then, the whole thing would begin swaying back and forth, not stopping until the gusts died down again. Thanks to those sporadic bursts of wind, it was an immense relief to finally reach the tower.<br/><br/>As he approached, he caught sight of a female soldier with her face buried in some sort of checklist.<br/><br/>"Uh…"<br/><br/>She looked up and fixed him with an impatient glare. "What is it?"<br/><br/>"I'm uh… looking for Judas. Judas Haas."<br/><br/>"The Caster?"<br/><br/>When he nodded she grimaced at him for a moment, then jerked her head in the general direction of the tower behind her. "He's probably at the top."<br/><br/>Max stared straight up, his eyes climbing until he was in danger straining his neck. "Do I need to take the stairs," he said worriedly, "or is there another way up?"<br/><br/>Not hearing a reply, he looked back down to see that the woman had already left him alone.<br/><br/>"Ah."<br/><br/>Not wanting to stand there looking like an idiot any longer than necessary, he quickly walked around the tower's perimeter until he came across a large platform that was supported at all four corners by a series of metal poles rising up alongside the construct. It was currently occupied by three men, two of them appearing to be mechanics as their hands were encumbered by large crates containing a number of heavy looking metal parts.<span style="font-style: italic">Probably parts for Warpieces,</span>he thought as he approached them. The third individual, a skinny man with a hairline so receded it was no longer visible, seemed to be the lift's operator. He nodded in greeting as Max reached them.<br/><br/>"Going up?"<br/><br/>"Uh… yeah. To the top."<br/><br/>"Mhm. Get on, then."<br/><br/>Roughly halfway up they stopped once to let the mechanics off (he didn't miss their company, as they didn't speak and one of them was in need of a shower), and then nearly a full minute later Max was stepping off the lift with a word of thanks to its operator.<br/><br/>"Mhm," the man replied as he began the trip back down.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">And that's the most polite person I've met out here,</span>Max thought as he approached yet another bridge, this one a wood, chain and rope construct that connected the top of the tower to a small floating island, upon which waited the airship Max was certain had to be his destination.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Let's hope things get better from here on out.</span>