Adjutor lifts his head up enough for his speech to be audible, somewhat annoyed himself.
"Okay, first off, the situation might not be as bad as you think," Adjutor says, "I've got a bit of experience with traveling between dimensions myself, and I can tell you that time doesn't always flow the same way between dimensions. It may very well be that you take three years or something finding a way back, and then you arrive only to find a few days or hours have passed back in Helka. Of course, it may very well be the other way around, that in those same three years spent here, three thousand may have passed where you're from."
With that, Adjutor sighs and waits a moment, trying to regain his composure.
"As for me freezing to death," Adjutor continues, "This here," he indicates the sword stabbed into the ground before him, "Isn't just a sword. It's a physical manifestation of a Fire Elemental, a piece of the forces that created my dimension. Literally a fragment of Creation itself. If I end up freezing to death with him right here, then I really should be dead anyway. Regardless, I can understand your desire for shelter, but this is someone else's-"
With that, Adjutor freezes at the sound of a car driving up close to the building, likely from the other side, judging by the sound.
"See, this is someone else's home," he says, "And people don't tend to react well to other people breaking- oh shit that table's still broken."
Taking a moment to weigh the consequences of simply staying out here against the consequences of leaving the table broken without any attempt at proper compensation, Adjutor gets up, makes his way up to the nearest door, taking note of the light streaming out from under the door, and knocks on the door.