"I am Ritousaey. On better days, I am the all powerful guardian of the multiverse." He did his usual flourish when anouncing his title, then continued, "I really prefer not to die. It's usually quite painful, and coming back usually hurts a lot more. I once had to reconstruct my body after an accident with a supernova. Coming back from space dust was not a pleasant experience." Rit cringed at the thought. In hindsight, he probably shouldn't have bothered trying to save that spaceship when in his mortal state. It turned out to not be that important anyway.
"As for your temple. I visited it not long ago, by my measurement, when I first learned there were Asgardians here," Rit took a step toward Raiden. "Gods amuse me, you see. The more powerful the better. Though I tend to get a little reckless around them. I have a bit of a complex."
"You know, I'll just get the hand later," Rit waved his hand dismissively. "Then I'll put it in my pack before any of this happens." He reached into his pack then and pulled out the recently severed hand, only now it looked mummified as if it was hundreds of years old. He removed the rings with some effort and placed them on his newly grown extremity.
"Killing me won't be too easy. Plus I'm sure I'll learn enough about you in the process, so I'm not totally opposed to it. I'll leave it up to you." Rit dismissed his time spell and began to run away, through the most crowded areas he could find.
