Things not making a lick of sense, while certainly frustrating, was not unusual. At least not to Sandalphon in the millennia he'd spent conscious and lucid in the Astrals' backyard. The only real pressing matter as far as he was concerned was how he was powerless and weakened— arguably in a worse state than when he was imprisoned in Pandemonium.
Not that he was particularly vexed about being a couple of steps closer to mortal beings, no; he just didn't quite like the implication that something out there could strip his powers away so easily.
And so he finds himself here. Sitting on a bench in the middle of Central District restlessly tapping his foot on the ground. His gaze follows the myriad passersby that shuffle past him, none of whom particularly stood out until one in particular caught his attention.
"You," He practically spits out as he stands from his seat. He approaches the stranger with an urgency that felt out of place amidst the isle's easy-going atmosphere. "You look like you know a thing or two about how things work around here. Is there aught you can tell me about that tower?"
He points at the crystal tower right in the center of town.
@mischiefmodig
