Alier, freelancer and jack-of-few trades, wasn't happy at all with life. Then again, he doubted anyone would be happy when a heaven-sent girl falls from the sky and destroys his home. It was a shabby, make-shift home, of course, but still, that shack had quite a few memories invested into it. Now that it was but a collection of wooden debris cause by the impact of some blonde, well, that didn't exactly make him smile. Sure, there may have been questions such as 'how did she survive such a drop?', but those were irrelevant compared to the bigger questions that arose. Though Alier wasn't a 'proper' member of the society in Ruben, and most evaded him like the plague, even he had heard that the town's priest or shaman or holy man or whatever had passed away, just a few days after the girl had landed. Furthermore, he had heard that the crops were failing for the farmers as well, and, recently, Mr. Hunter had broke his leg, becoming unable to...well...hunt. Lots of weird things going on, really.

Which was why he had, under the instruction of Master Merchant, employer of a friend of his, tied up the comatose woman, if only to make sure that she didn't turn out to be a demon of misfortune and attempted to kill them all.

Nevertheless, he was surprised that she woke up at all. Definitely not human, to recover from something like that so easily.

"Morning," he said, nonchalantly, before calling out, "Oi, Azil, the comet's awake!"