Sarro rode atop of Grief high above the streets of the mortal city, the beast thus far proving useful in traversing the narrow streets despite his considerable height. For now he was just touring the city, seeing what it had to offer. Suddenly Grief turned its head in a different direction, seeming to fixate on a particular point.
"Hm? What is the matter Grief?" Sarro asked the beast, pearing over to try and see what he was looking at. Suddenly Grief just took off running in the direction he was looking at almost full speed, swerving through traffic and simply running over top of anything that didn't move fast enough.
"Woah! Halt! I said Halt Grief! What's gotten into you?" Sarro shouted as he shifted his position to keep himself steady. Grief scuttled at speed until he suddenly rounded a corner into an alleyway, stopping suddenly in front of something. Grief let out a low baritone wail, not unlike what one would expect to hear from a whale underwater. It loomed over a man sitting on the ground of the alley, damn, it seemed Grief was drawn to the woes of yet another sad mortal. Sarro peered over the side to see the man in the alley.
"Damn it Grief, sometimes you really know how to live up to your name." He said before yanking on the reigns to tell grief to lay down. Grief proceeded to collapse its tall stilt like legs beneath its carapace until its legs were completely hidden, now low enough to allow Sarro to disembark. Sarro leapt off the creature to stand near the man, glancing at Grief's 'face' to scold him.
"I'm terribly sorry you must be in the middle of some personal thoughts, creatures like Grief here seek ou-" Sarro stopped right in the middle of his sentence when he turned and actually looked at the young man. The hair, the eyes, his face! He was nearly the spitting image of Xeros! It was him, he'd found his reincarnation, after all these years, here he was on a random world in a completely different galaxy altogether. He needed to take this slow, it was always jarring when they re-established contact.
"By the council....anyway, as I was saying, I apologize for disturbing you. You must be feeling a lot of grief right now." he said. Aedan would probably notice that Sarro's voice sounded low and quiet, as if there was nothing to be happy about. He didn't sound angry, or dissapointed, just....depressed, as if he was in the deepest throes of despair. Sarro wore a suit of armor, one that was badly cut, scraped and dented in various places all over. The visor even seemed as though someone had tried to pry it open by force, leaving enough space to clearly see two light blue eyes. Over the armor he ware a tattered and worn hooded cloak.
"I am Sarro, God of Sorrow to the Argelion Pantheon." he said, holding out his hand to shake. He immediately started searching through the mans feelings, trying to find what was bothering him so he could try and help, for he had had much practice in consoling the saddened.
