"I'm hoping it goes well," Ienzo said, turning his attention to the window again.

The landscape had grown darker during their conversation as the sun had continued to descend. The Mist had thinned out slightly the further they got from the Nabreus region, but it never completely disappeared. The landscape had steadily grown less and less warped the further out they got.

An hour or so on and they were crossing a long and rather ancient cantilever bridge to the island on which Daguerreo was located. Daguerreo Island's lands were relatively normal looking, at least by night. By the time they reached the station it was pitch dark.