Apollo drummed his fingers against his arm, leaning against the wall as he observed the room around him. It was nothing short of remarkable how strange his life had become. Meeting up with Cassandra again? Strange, yes, but he had welcomed it enough that he was willing to look past the oddity of that situation. Being transferred between worlds? Unfortunate, but there was always the possibility that it was a dream. More likely, a test of some kind that he hadn't quite figured out yet how to pass.

But transferred again? Waking up how he had? Powers flickering like a dying torch? If there was some explanation behind all of this, Apollo had no idea where to find it. If it was all some kind of test, why had he been brought to yet another world? Was it connected with Willaknepp?

Sighing, he blew a piece of hair out of his face. Well, no sense in standing so far apart from the rest of them. Maybe one of them had a useful piece of information about this place.

Easing his face into a charming, lazy smile, Apollo unfolded his arms and began walking through the crowd, waiting for a conversation to strike.