"Midgard used to look like this." She doesn't mention Ragnarök; they don't need any more depressing topics, she's sure. "A very long time ago. Now it's much more advanced, though it doesn't have any magic."

Midgard has been, in recent years, trying to forget its past.

"This place doesn't look like it has much magic, either. So it appears I'll be getting used to something as well," Meja chuckles, smiling more broadly in an attempt to lighten the mood. "You wouldn't happen to know which one of these houses is... 6, would you? This thing"—she glances at the comm on her wrist—"said something about staying there."