Vitruvion immediately pulled Stare behind him, his eyes growing large and full of sudden determination at this creature who had fallen from the heavens.

A young being, neither obviously male nor female stood in the centre of the square. Brown, luscious and well-kept hair fell in waves upon waves, some ends as long as the thigh. Dressed in a simple tunic the being looked confused, and then seemingly disappointed as he looked up towards the portal. That strange tear in the fabric of reality which had seemed a hope for the kenku and the god, yet was now spouting people.

The god's eyes narrowed as he ducked a hand within the folds of his grey travelling coat (practical yet still with decorum) and grasped something solid within. Certainly, he did not want to travel through such a tear if the realm on the other side had humanoids like this readily available to leap out of them. What he preferred was a fresh green land, somewhere that he and Stare could begin anew. If there was such a place, if there was such a dream, then he would seize it with every fibre of his being.

Yet now ... firstly they needed to figure out if this being meant aggression or peace. He had pushed his kenku behind him as a precautionary measure, not liking the idea of people suddenly dropping in from other worlds, but now all the being was doing was staring into the sky.

Not an aggressive action in the slightest.

He took in a breath, studying the newcomer. They had hair traditionally of a humanoid female, yet spoke with a male note to their words. There were no defining curves or breasts, yet some creatures did not have breasts. It was highly possible that they were also not of any gender, but for the sake of the voice Vitruvion settled on the pronoun 'him'. At least for now.

"Stay behind me," he growled, as he began to step out.

Stare blinked, and tilted her head in confusion. But she nodded, angling her katana to be able to stay close at a quick pace. Vitruvion's white-blonde hair swept back from his face as he strode directly over the square, his hand finally being removed from his pocket to reveal a long golden dagger. He did not hold it angrily or threateningly, but rather at an angle kept low to the ground. It was a warning, simply, he liked to think. Trapped in the mortal form that he was in, which reduced a great amount of his ability to create from nothing and be omnipotent he was not entirely unable to be harmed, and so it was intelligent to show that he had the possibility of fighting back.

Were he to be struck.

"You are approaching him?" she asked under her breath.

He nodded once, and did not give words to his answer.

"Oh," she replied.

And that was all.

"I am Vitruvion. This is Stare," the man radiating power stopped before Sage. Behind him the crow-headed kenku leaned out and waved. The god stuffed in human body, who told the world in general he was a half-celestial instead for a number of reasons, pointed at the crack in the sky. "Who are you and where do you come from? What is that and where does it lead."