"No, I haven't," he said a bit ruefully. "But I haven't gotten the chance to do a good sweep of the city. Things like festivals make it all but impossible to keep track of people, especially if you don't know who you're supposed to be looking for. It's like finding a needle in a haystack of needles. It's only by chance that I managed to find you."

Zojja's words disturbed him, though. To think that there was someone or something in this world that was powerful enough to pull them out of Tyria and drop them here was a whole new level of frightening. Not even Jennah had that kind of power (though if she did, it would probably make his job as Commander of the Seraph much easier. Instead of locking people up, they could just drop them into vortexes and let some other world deal with them. Oh, if only...).

Logan uncomfortably shifted his weight from foot to foot as he took a moment to stare up at the fireworks again. He hated how helpless this whole thing made him feel. Not knowing how he got here, not knowing how to get back, not knowing what was happening in Tyria... Between Jormag, Kralkatorrik, Primordus, and now whispers of Mordremoth, anything could be happening now. Tyria, Kryta, Divinity's Reach, Jennah...

Damn it. There was too much at stake for him to be screwing around here.