He was walking through a forest, trying to follow a lead about some ancient texts, when a frantic, scrawny blonde male crashes into him. The young man was wearing dirty old clothes, metal cuffs around his wrists and his neck. The chains on them were broken, suggesting that he had escaped from something, and there was blood on the cuffs around his wrists and on his hands. From a glance at his eyes, it was clear that this man was an Avgin, and though being shorter than Ratio, he was quite tall for his kind. He was undeniably beautiful, despite the way his bones showed through his skin, and how his face was stained with years of dirt and blood, some old and dried, some... fresh.

"Watch where you're going." He grumbles, though it occurs to him that he could ask this person if he was alright before dismissing him completely. "Are you alright?"