Dragon brings them in right in front of him, and releases the flight restraints again. "Samora, this is Sanguine, a healer who specializes in blood. They're ramping up the next attack, I have to swap out, but I'll check back in when I can."

She'll give it about two seconds to see if Samora urgently needs something else from her, and if not the suit closes itself back up and sits down, knees tucked up to its shiny neck.

"Hi there."

That sounds like Dragon isn't sure whether the empowered priests he knows are actually priests or more of a Razmir situation. That's something to figure out later, as are the implications of all casters having something in common in their brains. 

"Goddess go with you." She pops out of the construct and goes to greet the other healer for, it sounds like, a preemptive Remove Disease. "How can I help you?"

His first thought is, huh, no mask. But, hey, Sanguine doesn't wear one either -- no point, unless he wants to go full bodysuit with gloves and everything. The silver eyes miiight be contacts? Armor, shield, sword, cloak, all very medieval chic. Looks heavy, but it clearly doesn't bother her. Yep, Dragon was right as usual: this person has been caping, or doing whatever her world has instead of caping, for quite a while. Her apparent age doesn't really register; he meets a lot of super-powerful teenagers in his line of work.

Also, geez, why are all high-end capes so hot. Except Eidolon of course. He's not going to do anything about it but like, a man observes what he observes.

At ground level it's clear that he's a little shorter than Samora.

"Well, mostly this is 'sposed to be me helping you. Dragon said you're from some other Earth, and you didn't come here on purpose?" He shakes his head, laughing a little. "Of all the times and places...you've got some kinda luck, lady. But I'll fill you in, no problem."

"But yeah, we gotta do the pathogen screen. The way my power works is, I can do all kinds of stuff with blood." He just barely restrains himself from doing his usual Bela Lugosi impression; she probably won't get it. "So if you give me a drop of yours, I'll compare it to a sample I got from a guy downstairs," he pulls a little potion vial out of his pants pocket, "and we'll see what we see. Mine wouldn't work, it's special. It'll take me a little bit and be really boring, so if you'd ask me some questions in the meantime I'd appreciate it." Dragon also wanted him to get a survey of her powers, but Sanguine figures they can work up to that.

He doesn't move toward her. He's got a syringe in his other pocket but between the sword and her general attitude she seems like she can draw her own blood sample.

People on Golarion do not, generally, give strangers drops of their blood for unclear purposes. But this man isn't Evil, and the purpose is only slightly unclear, and they're all fighting the demon lord Endbringer together. She draws her sword, carefully nicks her own arm, and presents the reddened blade-tip to Sanguine.

"Has Behemoth attacked this planet before? Is it from the Abyss, or somewhere else?"

He delicately touches the tip of Samora's sword, and the bead of Samora's blood flows smoothly into his palm. He pours out the blood from the vial, and then all the blood seeps into his skin. In a moment it's all gone.

As he's doing this, he says, "Yeah, he comes around every ten months, give or take. Him and his two best friends, Leviathan and the Simurgh. The Endbringers. They take turns, hit random cities, and we all scramble to stop them."

"We don't know where he's from. He first showed up, uh, about thirty years back? If we hit him hard enough he'll burrow back underground eventually, and just roam around until next time."

"What's the Abyss?"

Maybe not an outsider, then, maybe some kind of Darklands thing. "I'm very impressed with your civilization's rapid response capability. The Abyss is the Chaotic Evil outer plane--do you know what Good and Evil and Law and Chaos are?"

"Yeah, well, we get a lotta practice."

Then the conversation takes an awkward turn to the philosophical!  It's not really Sanguine's specialty if he's honest!  Why didn't Dragon do this part?!

"Well.  Sure, I guess.  Law is the law: pay your taxes, don't drive without a license, go to school 'til you're eighteen.  Chaos is, uh, anarchy, looting, the Sl - " wait, don't say "Slaughterhouse Nine", give her like an hour on the planet before you hit her with that " - uh, disorder.  Evil is killing people, robbing them, taking advantage of them.  Good's the opposite: protecting people, especially from things they can't handle on their own."

"The Abyss is...a chaotic, evil place?"  He has a sense that he's wrong about something here, but not what.

"Huh, I think you just resolved a centuries-old philosophical debate. You're aware of those as--ways people can act, but not as fundamental forces of reality? Uh, the Abyss is another plane--somewhere you can't get to except with magic, or by dying--defined by Chaos and Evil; it warps everyone who gets sent there into demons. There are planes for all the other combinations of Good/Neutral/Evil and Law/Neutral/Chaos."

Dragon would probably want him to get her to talk about "magic" some more, but he can't stop himself: "Oh really? What debate?"

Once that's settled: "Can you go there? Not saying you should, just, is that something your power lets you do?"

(The "or by dying" aside barely entered his brain; he's heard plenty about where people go when they die, a lot of it concerning him specifically, and it was never once worth paying attention to).

"The debate about whether humans would figure out the importance of Good and Evil and Law and Chaos on their own if there was no magic that interacted with them! Or did the gods communicate the alignments to mortals here some other way? I could theoretically go to the Abyss if I had an item for it, which I don't because I have never considered doing that. I can go to Heaven, the Lawful Good plane, or Nirvana, the Neutral Good plane, and I can and have gone to Axis, the Lawful Neutral one. They are, as you can imagine, much more hospitable."

That gets through. "...heaven? Like, heaven and hell?"

"There's a book that mentions those, yeah.  Supposedly God wrote it?  I'm not an expert.  But there's not, uh, you can't go there with powers, it's just where you go when you die.  Or so they say, no one's seen it.  And there's not an abyss, I don't think, or a neutral anything."

"Ah, so you do have communication from the gods even if you don't have clerics like Golarion does. The philosophical debate will continue. And yes, Hell is the Lawful Evil plane and people go to the plane that matches their alignment when they die. In what ways do the gods tend to intervene on this planet generally? Back home they all pick clerics who work basically the way I do."

Sanguine's been an atheist for as long as he can remember*, first by default and then out of sheer self-defense. She's...she doesn't even seem to believe, the way some people do. She just says stuff about gods and hell, the way you'd say stuff about cars or rivers. It's freaking him out.

*_{about three years}

But then he notices something weird about Samora's blood, and that calms him down some, and then he realizes that a true answer to her question will make the clergy look like assholes and that helps some more. So, after a noticably-disturbed pause: "A lot of people think he created the Endbringers. God, I mean. To teach us a lesson, or just punish us for being too 'evil'. Some people say it works to pray for healing but it's never, like, a leg grows back. It's always stuff people can get better from on their own. Nobody even tells stories like that thing you did earlier, with the Behemoth survivors. Nobody on the whole planet works like you do."

"How do you work, anyway? Dragon told me a little but it didn't really make sense. You can heal, but only 20 more times?"

It's very reasonable of him to be disturbed! Finding out the Lower Planes are real is disturbing! Also slightly disturbing: the possibility that the Endbringers aren't from the Lower Planes and the gods are keeping their interventions to a minimum. She'll need to think about the possibility that she's disrupting an equilibrium or costing the Inheritor way more budget than she thinks she is or something, and come up with a robust way to deal with that, before dawn tomorrow. Which may involve getting off this planet ASAP.

"It's possible an Evil god created the Endbringers, that's very much the sort of thing They would do, though if one did it wouldn't be because of mortal Evil particularly. I'm not strong enough to grow legs back but I've met someone who could; the strongest healing I can do is stuff like raising the recently dead and curing blindness or insanity. More generally, I have a collection of spell slots of different power levels, and every morning I choose which spells to prepare in those slots, and I can use a spell slot to either cast what I prepared in it, or cast a healing spell of that power level. And then separately I get six channels, which heal everyone in a thirty-foot radius. Also my healing harms undead. Also I might need to leave this planet today or tomorrow, if the gods don't intervene here and the reason for that is something I don't want to mess with, sorry." 

Why has no part of this gone the way Dragon said it would, she's supposed to be smart That's not true, she said Samora's blood might be unusual, and hoo boy.

"And there are a bunch of people like that where you're from? Because our powers don't work like that at all. Like, I can do stuff with blood, but I can pretty much do whatever I want as much as I want, it's not like I can analyze it three times, and replace it five times. No, I got an all-day pass to blood town."

...did he really just say that? Why? Keep going, maybe she'll be distracted. "I guess you're kinda like a Tinker. They build things, like Dragon with that power suit you rode in, and those can have limited charges or ammunition or whatever. And they can usually turn their things into bombs if they really have to. But really you're your own thing."

"How do you find out why gods do things? Is there, ah, a spell for that?" And could you maybe cast it on our gods, find out what's up with this place?

"You don't have any per-day limits? That's so cool, back home the joke is that casters go to bed at noon." And fighters stay up all night, but she's not doing the eyebrow motion that goes with that part at someone she barely knows. "There are clerics who can make items, and I know an alchemist who goes in for bombs, but I never studied crafting. Figuring out why gods do things . . . on Golarion mostly you look at their holy books and who they pick as clerics. There's a spell called Commune that can ask them yes-or-no questions directly, but gods have limited resources and answering Commune questions is expensive, so it's only for very important things. And people have summoned angels or aeons to ask them questions."

(Is it worth trying to cast a Commune for some of the questions about why the gods don't pick clerics here? No point trying to decide that until she's sat down with the questions themselves for a while.)