"Our city is called Rorvan," Minerva said, as she guided Neve through the city's gorgeous streets. It was a paradox. There were so many people that it was hard to move, but at the same time it felt desolate. "It has existed for decades. Though, our perception of time has been harmed over the years, due to the Infested Hall."
[The same thing happened to Erin... In that case, is it safe to assume that these people and this city are "replicas" like Erin was? They're not 'real'?]
A few glances at her surroundings let her know that the inhabitants of Rorvan were quite curious about her. Understandably so, as she was a complete outsider, but she felt odd being gawked at so blatantly. Looking back at them, however, Neve noticed something that felt odd.
