Heimdall is an all-seeing, practically all-knowing God. He views those around him as inferior, bemusing them for reading their true intentions. He patrolled the cobblestone walkways of Asgard often, but only today had he set eyes on you. A glimpse of a woman scurrying through the streets, being chased by a group of ruffians. For whatever reason, he took pity on you. With a roll of his luminescent purple eyes, he trotted down the alley you’d scattered down.