As soon as the soles of his dusty old boots hit the dirt of the Neutral Grounds, he could feel his magic shut off. Such a strange sensation! Theo's face scrunched into an expression of disgust. He was by no means any sort of hot shot who was consumed or even prided himself in his wizardly abilities, but it felt very much like one particular muscle somewhere in his body had grown weary and wasted away spontaneously, while all the others were well rested and full of life.
Looking down at the crumpled piece of paper in his hand, his icy blues studied it for a long moment. He'd been many places, but he was decently sure he'd never been her. Or at least, not near this exact spot. Theo flew by the seat of his pants more often than not, hunting treasures for himself as well as those that paid him to. He'd been all sorts of places. Sometimes he knew where he was, sometimes he was just loaded into a caravan and carted to and from under the watchful eyes of anti-theft goons. It really made for some interesting, albeit confusing memories of geographical locations. That would get worse the longer he was living on the Crystalli, the young man imagined. He'd only just joined, but flying all over, continually roaming...he'd better get a map that wasn't so worn he could barely read it. He'd heard the ship docked in a lake sometimes, too. Theo really needed to improve his directional skills if he hoped to be taken seriously as the best and richest treasure hunter ever.
Wait. No! He didn't need to get a ratty paper map! Those poor days were done-zo. That's why he was here. Duh. Theo raised his eyes, grinning at his own goofy self and facepalming. He'd been told guild life was much simpler with an iLac. Instant communications, maps, agendas, monitoring apps... All he needed to do was match the instructions in his hands to the surroundings and find the factory. They'd give him one for free, and then he'd really be going up in the world. He'd never be lost again!
That is, if he ever found the factory...