At the question, Saint looked down at the table a moment as he eyed the crumpled pamphlet. "It was information about the Wilds and the dangers there." He said finally. "One of these dangers is a race called the Fallen. They somehow got here from my world and have set up territory. They are extremely violent and dangerous." His fingers curled into his palms on the table as he spoke. "There is some kind of ceasefire set up that basically prevents us from retaliating, but I aim to find out more information on this." He grumbled finally.

"I advise avoiding confrontation until this gets sorted." He tilted his head slightly. "As for your answer, it is a good one. If all goes well, you won't have to be concerned about fighting. I'm a Titan. Any Fallen will have to get through me first before they come near the civilians here." This he said with absolute certainty.