Normally people just walk into the Nexus. It's not every day that a large, flying beast lands there. But it seems to be domesticated, if the saddle on its back is any indication. A young boy jumps off, uncaring about the fact his mount was easily three times his height. A small, chittering winged lemur landed on his shoulder.
The boy looked around, surveying the Nexus. "This place hasn't changed much, has it? I wonder if anyone remembers me?" He paused on the sign. "Well, I guess I should ask a real question. How long is it after a war for things to heal?"