The poor creature. To be destroyed without remorse for no other reason than existing too near a human. The bitter fate of spiders held true here too then. Libé looked away, not wanting to see the death of something he thought might be intelligent. The little girl with the vicious looking magic, was that coincidence? Or did those menacing spikes reflect her personality? It seemed hard to imagine, but it did feel logical to see magic work that way.

"It seems so. My name is Libé." He stepped of his pedestal as it lowered into the ground.
"I assume you, like us, are brought here by the goddess?" Libé stuck out his hand.