A young man at a tall 6'2" seemed to come down from the sky, hearing the same whisper only moments before- rebounding just before touching the ground, before setting himself down lightly next to the well. With short, buzzed brown hair and deep brown eyes, he would normally be forgettable... if not for the wings on his back. With a tinge of blue at the tip of each feather(each of which nearly a half-foot long), the giant, strong wings would cover his entire backside as he tried to tuck them in, staring at the woman with tentacles for legs curiously.<br/><br/>"Who are you?" he asked in a stern, commanding voice. He was in loose burlap rags, though each bleached white, seeming to almost give him a look of holiness. "What're you doing here?"