Altair placed his foot on an uneven rock as he wandered atop the stone fence, feeling it slightly give beneath his weight as he stepped over it, making him wobble slightly though not lose his footing, despite the fact that he was looking up at the sky. If he was concerned about falling, there was no indication of it.

"I think there is."

Maybe he should try to bring a ship through if he went back to his own world and then returned here at a later date. Though he imagined that a lot of people would think the end times had come even from seeing a ship as small as the Fury sail through the skies. Altair imagined that magic could advance technology in this world, but all things considered, that sort of advancement seemed a long ways off.

Regrettably.

"If the sun is a star, and the sky is filled with stars so far away that they're pinpricks against the darkness of night, then it stands to reason that there are planets out there just far enough away from their own sun- or suns- to be suited for life as we know it."

He hummed thoughtfully, "It's only logical, isn't it? Or perhaps it's life as we don't know it."

In his own galaxy there were plenty of species who had evolved perfectly for environments that most near-humans couldn't handle, after all. It was interesting to think about- especially since this world had species that Altair had never heard about back in his own.

Humans seemed to be inevitable, though.