The sound of water greets Duster as he steps into a modern world that isn't packed with tall metal buildings and flashing lights. It's not New Pork City, but it's also not Tazmily. The boats and wide spaces give Cardiff the air of a rural fishing village, but the machinery on those boats and the phones are unfamiliar to Duster. He's not sure what to think of it for now.

Especially since he just noticed how cold it is. Duster wraps his arms around himself and hurries after Jack. The Nowhere Islands were never this chilly, and Aqures Ixen in the winter had bearable weather.

"Is it always this cold?"