So he was from Althanas.

Vitrivion tilted his head as the andogenous man slipped his hand into his pocket and held onto something. A charm, perhaps, a reminder of an older time. The one called Sage muttered under his breath, seeming distracted as he twisted and turned, observing the three characters of Vitruvion, Stare and the paladin, and then the general landscape surrounding them. He seemed overwhelmed to some extent, perhaps confused, as if remembering something long forgotten, or a memory just recently made.

A curious one, indeed. Someone to keep in mind.

As someone from the town blurted out sentences to engage with their small party, Vitruvion grunted and let out a sigh. The danger at least was limited, and the jagged ruin in the sky seemed unready to spew anything out at least currently. Gently, he let Stare slide from his arm, and set her on the ground with some care before running a hand through her feathers at her head. He smiled at her, at the same time as taking in the name of Grant Peterson, and gaining the information that Sage was suggesting the townsfolk leave. Stare just blinked solemnly around, still caught in the shock of having dived through the carcass of the beast.

There was a noise as the new one to their party - the smart one in the armour called Lorenor - stiffly moved and nodded over to Philgast. The one who had identified himself as some form of prophet. Religion seemed to emanate from both of them, and that was fine. Vitruvion was not a stranger to religion; in fact he was on first name terms with a lot of the gods of Althanas. Gently, Vitruvion bid him good luck as he petted the kenku's head.

He waited until conversation seemed to have dissipated with Grant. Or at least come to a pause.

"We came from up that road," Vitruvion added. "It should be safe." Pleasantly, he smiled, looking like some lordling stroking his pet cat as he shuffled the feathers around on Stare's crown.

"Can you stop doing that?" she muttered after a few seconds.

"Ah, back to the land of the living, then, dearest?" he asked, his tone delightful.

Her black eyes slowly blinked, then turned up to him. "I was always here, Vitrivion," she said with a sigh. "Just ..." her gaze switched over to Sage. "That thing was - is - dangerous. We should set up a perimeter, a watch until it closes. From what I can see ..."

There was a brief moment where she stared at the rift in the air for an intense few seconds.

"... it seems to be readying for something. I don't know. There are auras coming from it, suggesting something evil within." She shrugged. "Any idea what's coming? Or how to close it?"