Anyway, he just fell into a portal. He's fallen onto some kind of... plant life? Tiny green leaves sticking out of the ground. (The ground is really soft. Kind of disturbing. Leaves also soft. He didn't even break anything.)
"Fucking hells," he says, mostly for form's sake.
The immediate vicinity contains nothing easily construed as dangerous or hostile. There are some trees, bushes, more grass, a few decoratively placed rocks, and a human child approaching from over thataway.
But, honestly, it's probably just some kid. Not really the right aesthetic for a creepy-child demon. Ari tries to make himself more presentable by combing his fingers through his matted hair and adjusting his loincloth.
She blinks at him.
"Where did you come from?" she wonders.
"Ihm... Have- need-"
He gives up. Instead, he mimes throwing back a drink, then staggering about and falling to the ground.
"Magik," he clarifies.
"Magic..." the human child echoes thoughtfully. "I think you should come home with me." She makes a beckoning gesture and takes a few steps along the path.
(If it's a trap, he can deal with that later. Those clothes have the look of a person who has food sources and permanent shelter, and he wants in on that action.)
Her house is very large.
She traipses around to the back door and lets her mysterious companion into the kitchen, where she pours herself a cup of water from the sink and offers him one too.
He then returns to the task at hand. He repeats the mime request, adding in a bit of theatrical coughing and a spirited verse of an old Gerran drinking song. "To magik, to English. Get- ihh. Boots? Boosse?"
...She ponders this request for a moment, and then she ponders whether she would like to fulfill this request since she's beginning to have a suspicion of what it is, and then she sighs and looks up at the cupboard above the fridge. It opens, and a bottle of brandy floats down to their level.
He takes out a shiny white pebble which he picked up on the way over, then grabs the brandy out of the air and pours a splash over it. There's a flash of blue light, and he puts the pebble under his tongue.
"Thanks! I usually carry some Galler schnapps for that kind of thing, but, uh, this outfit's not big on the pockets."
"How does that... work?" she asks, fascinated. "The magic. And how did you end up in the park, and where are you from?"
"Magic? It's like any other skill, you just need to know what you're doing. And I arrived through a portal, more specifically a portal to Yakkor, which is where I'm from. It's a cozy little hell dimension. What's that weird plant outside?"
"Like... these little green feathers, coming out of the ground. They're not even sharp, just- soft."
"Well, alright. You've still got sensible plants, though, right? It's not all just mushy green stuff?"
"Those sorts of plants are rarer than the green kinds," she says.