"And I...am urGoh...the Wanderer."The Mystic lowers his head slightly, his way of greeting Aziraphale.

"No time, urGoh! We have to play the game!" skekGra melodramatically clears his throat before he thinks of a question. urGoh's right that he needs to think of a good one. He owes this friendly angel that much.

"What are the angels like? In your world, I mean." skekGra only really knows about the fallen angels, and even then his knowledge of them is relatively limited. The ones he knows have been good to him, but he doesn't know anywhere near all of them.