[center][color=red][h1][i]~ALASTOR~[/i][/h1][/color][/center]
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A hospital? Doctor? Hmm. If his memory served, such words were used by humans in relation to healing and rest. And a quick glance down at the cast on his arm, in addition to the doctors words, only helped to confirm this notion. Shifting his gaze back to the doctor, Alastor swallowed a bit from the pain that began to creep through his physical form, and began to formulate a way of answering the man's questions without revealing his true nature. While he knew humanity was intelligent to a certain degree, he had heard more than enough stories about their fear of his people when they had sent observers to this realm to know that, that was a bad idea.

So he decided to make something up instead.

"I'm not entirely sure where I fell from, the impact seemed to have... addled my senses, so I can't say for sure myself." He said, feigning ignorance and uncertainty over the situation. "As for my name... you may call me Alastor. And residence... well, I'm afraid I don't exactly have one at the moment. I'm kind of a... how do you say... a drifter. Don't usually stay in one place for too long." He said, smiling slightly. Hopefully this was enough to appease the man. He didn't want to be stuck here any longer than was absolutely necessary. Working on ways of getting back to Chaazim was of the utmost importance, and he couldn't do any of that by laying here in this bed and answering questions.